No Moods, Ads or Cutesy Fucking Icons (Re-reloaded)

I’ve just been informed that the original English exchange between myself and Marcin Zwierzchowski has been posted as a pdf over at Poltergeist; previously, only the Polish translation was online. You may find some nuggets there you haven’t seen before. Marcin didn’t quite manage to coax any confessions from me about my closet [...]

I am become Norris, and discover that I did not die the first time.
Some of me persisted in those burnt remains from the doghouse, hung on against fire and frost: crippled, mindless, reduced to a few jellied fragments embedded in carbon.  They took what they could find and broke cover.  Now I watch myself stagger [...]

Anyone speak Polish?

Reason I ask is,  Google Translate renders the following from a comment following this interview, in reference to the above picture:  “A cat really turgid … is called the Banana”.
Turgid.
It must be a poor translation.  I can’t believe anyone would deliberately be so cruel.

So, yeah, once again I’ve been remiss on the  ‘crawl postings.  And those I have managed tend to be heavy on the Lookit-me elements, while posts on nifty sciencey stuff have been pretty much absent.  (This pisses me off more than I can say; I haven’t checked my science feeds in fucking weeks, and even [...]

I thought this world insane.  I thought it a war criminal.  I thought it a victim, a nightmare, a mystery, an obscenity.
Only now do I begin to think this world could be impossible.
I am being Palmer, and the things I’ve tasted make me question my own sanity.  These offshoots have not forgotten how to change.  [...]