Peeking into the rock

This is Teresa Nielsen-Hayden's fault. She looked at some trends here. I thought I could be sillier than that, and this is one truly goofy result, and this is one that could actually be used in a stupid argument to say something really meaningless about genre fiction. Honestly, I don't see how Google Trends could be used to say anything that wasn't utterly loopy. On another front, well, it rained again today, which is not really that astonishing, but the rainy season is supposed to be over. At least I didn't have to water the yard. On still another front, the inside of the human colon is gorgeous. So pink and sinuous and warm looking, with delicate traceries of red blood vessels. Like a sculpture of some rosy marble, polished, glowing: but also alive and motile. That is, that's what it looks like through an endoscope, when it's alive and unbreached by the surgeon's knife. I've always suspected that, actually. That human organs would be beautiful if we could see them in a context that didn't remind us viscerally of damage and death.