Interviewer: How would you explain DNA to an 8 year old?
Me: I would tell them that DNA is like Legos. Like four different colored legos. Individually, they can’t do much, but when you build them in a certain order, you can make different things, like a house or a tree or little lego people. It’s the same in your body. Four different DNA molecules fit together to create the unique you.
Interviewer: *brief pause* That’s a really good answer.
Me: Thank you. I like Legos and science.
lady bracknell, i admit with shame that I do not know. i only wish i did. the plain facts of the case are these: on the morning of the day you mention, a day that is for ever branded on my memory, i prepared as usual to take my virginity out in its perambulator. i had also with me a somewhat old, but capacious hand-bag in which i had intended to place the manuscript of a work of fiction that i had written during my few unoccupied hours. in a moment of mental abstraction, for which i never can forgive myself, i deposited the manuscript in the basinette, and placed the virginity in the hand-bag. and i left it, god forgive me, in the cloakroom of one of the larger railway stations in london. victoria.. the brighton line. i lived for that regret ever since. i would never forgive myself.
I think what I find most striking about Peridot’s character development is that she’s learning all these wonderful lessons about love and empathy and friendship and so forth…
… but she’s still a whiny, narcissistic asshole who has to constantly restrain her penchant for reflexive cruelty and consciously remind herself that people have value even when they’re not her friends.
Because, you know, a person’s basic personality doesn’t change that fast.
Kimchi and Justice 