Anonymous asked: If humans had a third hand what do you think it would be called? If you could play any instrument without practicing, what would it be?
First one: This? The greatest question. Okay so like obviously if it was a hand that sprouted from like right above your sternum, it would be called the middle hand, seeing as we already have the right and left hands (fun story, you know that phantom limb thing that happens with ADHD, among other things? My brain used to really stubbornly spit out ‘middle eye’ as A Thing I Had when I was younger, it was weird). On the other hand (ha, I’m a riot), if it was another hand below either your right or left hand (wouldn’t it be interesting if it was genetically dictated which side you had your third hand on, like handedness is genetically dictated or which thumb is on top when you lace your fingers) I imagine you would still have a ‘dominant’ hand. Like, one of the three would be more dexterous than the others. So maybe you’d have like “Yes, this is my left hand, and this is my right hand, and this is my prime hand.” WHICH WOULD BE RAD. Also, if you had two pairs of hands you could have your ‘prime’ hands and your ‘off’ hands, so like ‘prime left’ and ‘off right’ and yeah, this was a good question.
Second one: ANY. I have very limited patience for learning instruments because I can’t read sheet music for shit (I have tried, I have made an effort, I have spent years on it, but nope, brain won’t do the thing). I can sing! But IDK I played the flute for a while, which was fun, and I’ve always wanted to be able to play like a harp or a lap harp, or the guitar. I would really love to play either of those. (I recognize that the flute and the harp are both really delicate instruments for someone like me but I like them, okay. At least the guitar fits The Aesthetic.)
Anonymously ask me anything you want to know!
Anonymous asked: What do you like to do in your spare time? What do you really want to do for a job?
Hey, Anon, what’s up, welcome to the inbox, way to help me kill some time, love you.
All right, give me a minute to remember what spare time is like. In all seriousness, though, I read fiction (sci-fi/fantasy because reality is dull and realistic fiction is likewise pretty dull), I write fantasy novels/fanfiction (recently), I watch Netflix and movies and read my old 60′s X-Men comics (look, the costumes are terrible and the plots are ridiculous and I’ll fight you in a back alley for the X-Men, okay?)….and I harass my roommate over whatever is available to me. And of late I listen to Hamilton and suffer over historical characters.
And as for a job, well, there are a few answers to that. In a perfect world, I wouldn’t need to sleep, and I could pull off a miracle and become a bestselling author and still work as an ER doctor and also get a full night’s rest and have free time. (This is related to my slightly weird fantasy of ‘in the event that I had millions of dollars, I would buy a couple floors of an apartment building and take in a bunch of LGBTQ+ kids who’d been kicked out of their homes and make sure they were fed and got to go to school and everything with the one requirement that they go to therapy, because a little therapy is good for everyone,’ which is heavily dependent on my having a lot of money in addition to free time. Also, please do not be led astray by this fantasy, I neither like small children nor am a nice person.) Since this is not a perfect world and I have dubious luck at best, my slightly more achievable aspiration is to work as an ER doctor at a Trauma One hospital and write not-bestselling novels on the side. This will probably be accompanied by a high degree of caffeine consumption and some sleep deprivation. What can you do. Medicine makes me happy, writing keeps me sane, it seems like a good plan to me.
