Okay. So. I ran into this guy looking for some machine that the Arcana are using to feed liminal space directly into our brains or whatever. I figured that it would suck for him if he spent the entire time between Jaunts looking for for a nonexistent machine, so I told him that shit didn't work that way. And he was all "Language!" at me so I said that wasn't how stuff worked. And he was all 'Are you an Arcanum? How do you know?' And okay, I might have dunked on the sonic screwdriver thing he was waving around as a metal detector, but in my defense it really did look like a scary vibrator. So he called me a 'pudding-brained primitive'--seriously--and accused me of not being able to think for myself and I was like, dude, I'm the person who figured out the base matter of liminal space, and he asked me if I'd been peer reviewed and all that shit and I said no, because it's pretty fucking hard to get peer reviewed in liminal space, but I gave him a really quick summing up about how I discovered it and he went on this whole long rant about how I'm basically stupid and a bad scientist and all that shit. And then he laughed at me.

And, like, I know he's probably just a nasty old man who doesn't think people who look like me are worth the fucking time of day, but it still stings, you know? This is my field and he's just some pendejo who uses soundwaves to unscrew things.