I find it impossible to write fiction set after the invention of the motor-car. Who wants to hear endless tedious descriptions of how the character listened to some dreadful talk radio station for 43 minutes while driving to work? How can we justify characters not being able to travel to the next town over, or build an important plot point out of having forgotten an important item at home during a light snowstorm? When, but on a long and intimate carriage ride, do we get a chance for two people to just sit and *communicate* without distraction?
That would have made SO much difference.
Ooooh! My favorite time of year is when people fight about movies in The Awl's comments section.
Aliens is the best space movie of all time.
What the fuck is the matter with you, bro?
Gravity is so obviously and blatantly emotionally effective and affective that I hate it. Okay, sure!
@Gef in the future, we will have only grammar police and no grammar citizens.
TROLL TROLL TROLL GO BACK UNDER YOUR BRIDGE TROLL.
OK, did you do it? Maybe you imagined an immigrant taxi driver or a black single mother in the Bronx or a Staten Island garbage man.
Now: imagine that person complaining about "hipsters" on an Internet forum.
@davidwatts Their definition of a better world is one in which they are rich (and "little else"). After they got called out on waging class warfare on the SF working class, they starting coming up with those comical campaigns to teach the homeless to code. They are completely clueless of the well being of people who are not like them, yet they demand the monopoly on reshaping the world for everyone.
Mind you, I say this as a "big time" programmer myself, but I know the correct definition of "big time": I've actually done some big stuff for everyone as opposed to "making it big" for just my own damn self (though I do well and wouldn't think to complain), where all these crybabies know how to do is talk shit and sell hot air.
Then again, I wasn't bullied as a kid, so maybe that is the difference.
EVERY MORNING I WAKE UP AND OPEN PALM SLAM A VHS INTO THE SLOT. ITS CHRONICLES OF RIDDICK AND RIGHT THEN AND THERE I START DOING THE MOVES ALONGSIDE WITH THE MAIN CHARACTER, RIDDICK. I DO EVERY MOVE AND I DO EVERY MOVE HARD. MAKIN WHOOSHING SOUNDS WHEN I SLAM DOWN SOME NECRO BASTARDS OR EVEN WHEN I MESS UP TECHNIQUE. NOT MANY CAN SAY THEY ESCAPED THE GALAXYS MOST DANGEROUS PRISON. I CAN. I SAY IT AND I SAY IT OUTLOUD EVERYDAY TO PEOPLE IN MY COLLEGE CLASS AND ALL THEY DO IS PROVE PEOPLE IN COLLEGE CLASS CAN STILL BE IMMATURE JEKRS. AND IVE LEARNED ALL THE LINES AND IVE LEARNED HOW TO MAKE MYSELF AND MY APARTMENT LESS LONELY BY SHOUTING EM ALL. 2 HOURS INCLUDING WIND DOWN EVERY MORNIng
SUSH MAN IN HIS COLONIAL VAN