[...] these useless fucks pitch to equally useless fucks, grand ideas about alleviating the world from the grip of mundanity while missing the entire point because they are sheltered, entitled shits who’ve never been told, no.
Have you ever opened a book and within the first 10 pages recognized yourself and/or the many wonderful nerdy-focused people in your life as an amalgam of the protagonist? Peggy Townsend's The Botanist's Assistant did just that for me.
Lately, my time has gone to evaluating my energy drains. As a middle-aged person, I have learned, this is a common theme. Not because we have a collectively, synchronized drive for the mundane; our survival instincts compel us.
We are never going to convince people to live more densely if we don't do something about the terrible building standards for multi-unit housing.
I'm trapped in a
Reading the headline “Master Chief has sex in Halo episode 8…” should not have reduced a grown, middle-aged adult to tears. The course change of the lead fictional hero in a video
