niktemadur
Then the terrible roads must somehow be the fault of "those libruls', when there's not a liberal in sight as far as the crow flies for a couple of days at least.
When you turn on Fox News for news about foxes, but turn into a conspiracy theory-following reactionary right-wing imbecile.
HEAR HEAR!
there's /r/StarWars and /r/SaltierThanCrait over on Reddit
Those two spaces had differing stances.
There also the case of InterestingAsFuck as opposed to DamnThatsInteresting, because why the fuck does "Fuck" have to be in the title?
But then there's shameless karma-farming duplicates, like ComedyCemetery and ComedyNecromancy.
If memory serves, this is in Lake Titicaca?
Perelandra!
I read Out Of The Silent Planet and Perelandra as a boy, enjoyed them.
But I couldn't make it through That Hideous Strength, I put it down baffled and bored one day, and never picked it up again. Now I'm thinking I was too young for it, particularly growing up so far away from the novel's setting in England.
The first two novels take place in Mars and Venus, so there's a sense of adventure. But in That Hideous Strength, the mannerisms and situations and dialogue styles are akin to something like Brideshead Revisited in Oxford and/or Cambridge.
While a British boy might get the whole thing intuitively, I grew up in Mexico, so had no mental compass of that world at that age. It was all as confusing to me then as God Emperor Of Dune was later.
They could integrate something like this in a parkour and/or obstacle course, with one of those wave-making pools.
I Can't Believe It's Not Twitter! imitation social network spread.
I've yet to see vertical comic strips, those guys deadpanning then cheering, or Batman interrogating The Joker, something-something "I can't believe I accidentally the Coke bottle".
The quiet part out loud does seem like it's "I want to take something mainstream and popular, then turn it into 4chan", that place poisoned his mind, and he's not the only one, not by a long shot. In fact, his brand of mental damage is dime-a-dozen nowadays.
Echoes of The Graduate...
"I've got one word for you, Benjamin. One word only. Are you listening?"
"Yes, sir."
"Plastics."