sometimes it gets late at night and I just talk to @ireneista in ways that i'm convinced anyone looking over our shoulders would think was spies exchanging information by speaking nonsense instead of just having been in the same spaces for 10 years enough that we've got some wild swing of jargon that is somehow, presumably, mutually intelligible while being completely opaque and then in the morning I have no idea how to describe any of it
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I speak to the universe and it speaks back, in it's own way.
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in reply to @NireBryce's post:
yes
also that one scene in star trek discovery where everyone else, asphyxiating slowly, are becoming thembos but science+engineering keeps speaking in more and more complex and opaque concepts because as they go hypoxic, they're losing the ability to break concepts down
anyway that's a long way to say there's power in accidental sleep dep
