~cynic

that last cycle lasted no time at all.

anyway, Mother of Learning is a 2900 page piece of fiction centered mostly around being nice to your little sister. take Kirielle to Cyoria, Zorian. 9/10.

The Perfect Run was a great way to waste my gosh darn time about having a cute marxist-leninist childhood friend hooked on antidepressants privilege. Take Len off SSRIs, Ryan. 5/10.

Project Hail Mary was a fun story about being a servile coward sticking by the only person to ever make friends with you. science-shaped words are interspersed. Take Rocky to Erid, Grace. 6.5/10.

Synecdoche, New York was a great movie about hiding from the world in a labyrinth of your own creation, probably. don't quote me on that i'm no ebert. Take a look at the calendar and see what you've missed, Caden. 9.5/10

Mr. Robot is an awful, no good, real bad television program that suckers you in with promises of 1337kid hijinks, then as soon as your participation is confirmed drops you straight down into a pit of morphine moping, schizophrenia, and political nonsense. Half the computer shit wouldn't work in real life, either. It's pseudo-technical garbage, just with the right buzzwords picked out to make it sound somewhat legitimate to halfwits. I swear to god, there is a several-minute long scene at the start of season three where Elliot looks straight at the screen and decries """them""" while Trump footage plays in the background. What a joke. Take the gayboy over for good, Mr. Robot. there was no rating given here at time of writing. after later convening with the celestials, it was decided to be a round 4/10

Severance was mid ass slop, through which Benjamin Stiller has once again hornswoggled America (read: global culture). Helly a cute, especially with Marquess. Seeing Patricia Arquette old was sad (she was hot in Lost Highway! [pour one out for Davey Lynch, RIP bro]). Do another dance, Milkshake. 4/10

Blindsight was the best fiction I've yet read. P-Zombies don't exist, is my view, the Chinese Room is a tautology brought on circularly by a presupposition of dualism and is practically indistinguishable from a normal person, but that aside Watts did a fairly okay job presenting the idea that consciousness, far beside being the inflection point after which humanity ascended to the point of infinite development, is actually a maladaption. The investigation into a properly foreign alien species was done incredibly. In the beginning were the gametes. And though there was sex, lo, there was no gender, and life was in balance. And God said, “Let there be Sperm”: and some seeds did shrivel in size and grow cheap to make, and they did flood the market. And God said, “Let there be Eggs”: and other seeds were afflicted by a plague of Sperm. And yea, few of them bore fruit, for Sperm brought no food for the zygote, and only the largest Eggs could make up the shortfall. And these grew yet larger in the fullness of time. And God put the Eggs into a womb, and said, “Wait here: for thy bulk has made thee unwieldy, and Sperm must seek thee out in thy chambers. Henceforth shalt thou be fertilized internally.” And it was so. And God said to the gametes, “The fruit of thy fusion may abide in any place and take any shape. It may breathe air or water or the sulphurous muck of hydrothermal vents. But do not forget my one commandment unto you, which has not changed from the beginning of time: spread thy genes.” And thus did Sperm and Egg go into the world. And Sperm said, “I am cheap and plentiful, and if sowed abundantly I will surely fulfill God’s plan. I shall forever seek out new mates and then abandon them when they are with child, for there are many wombs and little time.” But Egg said, “Lo, the burden of procreation weighs heavily upon me. I must carry flesh that is but half mine, gestate and feed it even when it leaves my chamber,” for by now many of Egg’s bodies were warm of blood, and furry besides. “I can have but few children, and must devote myself to those, and protect them at every turn. And I will make Sperm help me, for he got me into this. And though he doth struggle at my side, I shall not let him stray, nor lie with my competitors.” And Sperm liked this not. And God smiled, for Its commandment had put Sperm and Egg at war with each other, even unto the day they made themselves obsolete.Spread thy genes straight into some sweet Susan James tumblrgirl DID poontang, Keeton. 8/10

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~ g