#despair etc

Sometimes, though, it’s my nemesis. I want to research things for realism’s sake, but either I know I’ll get so distracted in the research that I’ll get totally derailed, or I just-- don’t have the attention span to understand what I discover.

Current problem: Astronomy, or whatever you call the movement of celestial bodies, as it pertains to world-building. 

I once wrote a throwaway line in a BuckyNat fic, describing the moon. I was like, ok, it’s gotta be like, at least half a moon, for the shadow, and I’ll have it rising so the shadow falls across the balcony. OK. No big, right? That’s vague enough that I could be right, right? 

No! I got a very sweet comment from someone who was an astronomy enthusiast informing me that there’s literally never a time when the moon would do the very vague thing I described it doing, and I should consult this chart or ask someone if I wanted to describe the moon. Here’s the thing: I live on Earth, and have for my whole life, and I notice the moon with a frequency relative to how often it is relevant to me, namely how often it is either really pretty or its presence or absence makes nighttime shenanigans either possible or not, casting shadows and whatnot. That’s the level of detail I have absorbed. And I fucked up this super basic thing? I don’t know, man. (It was a sweet comment and they were very apologetic but for real? The moon never rises at night when it’s waxing, or whatever? I -- it would not have occurred to me to ask someone if that were possible. I did not know the moon had so many rules.)

To come up to my current point. 

I want to set a story on an inhabitable world that is the moon orbiting a gas giant. OK? That’s my sole condition. That’s what I got.

How long are the days? How often would the planet reflect a sun-like amount of light onto the moon? How often would the moon be on the opposite side of the planet from the sun, and therefore be extremely dark and cold? What would happen? There wouldn’t just be one 12-hour “day” and one 12-hour “night” ever at any point anywhere on that moon’s surface, would there. There’s just no way. So i could come up with all kinds of crazy explanations to give the planet any climate I wanted, but there’s no way to escape the fact that the light levels are going to be absolutely wild, and there are *going* to be insane temperature fluctuations. 

There’s no way to avoid that, unless I want to just-- ignore the main condition, and make it just aesthetically have a really big planet in its skyscape.

But I don’t even know how I’d begin to work out what it would actually be like on this planet. I don’t know where to start. It’s beyond my abilities. I don’t want to just do that last thing, but I don’t think I have a choice, because I’m not capable of working out the complexities of what such a planet would really be like.

That’s pretty humbling, I guess. I mean-- I’d think about asking someone but who do you ask? And I’m gonna have to take their answer on faith because I’m not gonna understand it. 

Ugh, I’m gonna be late to work, but I had to set that down before I forgot it, again, because I’ve been forgetting things a lot and it’s getting old.

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That's the hell of broken toes; you can't do much about them except suffer and medicate. Ugh.

I don’t think it’s broken! I don’t think it’s broken? @icantbearsedtothinkofone had the same diagnosis but I really don’t think it is. The weird weird weird thing is that it can bear weight just fine, I can bend it just fine, it can do all of the normal things that a toe does just fine, but if anything presses down on it from the top it is the end of the world.

So I’m guessing it’s just bruised. Severely, but bruised, and it’s not the bone or ligaments that’s affected. So I’ll count myself super ultra extra lucky. And maybe invest in some steel-toed boots, because that’s some weird shit.