Gnarly

N-no way…!

He kinda looks like a medieval sculpture or drawing of a beast. And he’s rocking it, in case that isn’t clear

He’s got sort of a gargoyle thing going on

To The Stars By Hard Ways/Through The Brambles To The Stars (1981) features a global USSR, a telekinetic extraterrestrial woman searching for her origin, a Soviet sanitation ship and it’s brave crew saving another planet from capitalist-driven climate change and pollution, scientists in positions of authority being responsible, robots who are resigned to being confused a lot, and wonderful practical effects.

different organizing strategy.

PUT…

…ON…

…THE GLASSES!

claims to have nothing to hide

hides private property behind police state

It would be commitment of a sort to grow a backbone, respect for staying true to their non-principles

If I don’t liberate the pizza someone else will

Hell yeah :sicko-cats:

I get my emotions by draining them from allistics as I feed upon their blood, and I will never stop

It could be an anti-Garfield enveloped in a powerful magnetic field so that Jon’s petting doesn’t cause them both to annihilate in a massive explosion

Modern industrial sewing machines are generally still powered by a belt that passes through the table, though now the belt leads instead to a large servo motor slung to the table’s underside. But that does leave the machine heads more-or-less compatible with the old treadle tables

Marx and Lenin also had exceptional talent this whole time. I just don’t have cool friends IRL to show me these things, so grasping at the most faintly anomalous parasocial media straws it is

It’s kind of like Bernie, whose brief hints that a better world was possible helped me to look past his sheepdog ass to find theory. Similarly, Bad Stranger Things made me aware of Kate Bush

Imagine if the plot had instead used a historically accurate 1980s Soviet Union (but with tropes from popular Soviet media from the time, combined with the same nostalgia glasses applied to Hawkins) and the Hawkins kids needed to coordinate over ham radio with their counterparts, some young people dealing with Upside Down related stuff in some small town outside Irkutsk or whatever, and both sides couldn’t count on the dopey adults at hand without causing international drama.

For fiction, I love my jailbroken ereader. Any nonfiction that calls for flipping around, checking back, etc. I need physical. And I keep a few fiction physicals around because they are pretty.

I have bouquet of hidden disabilities, which don’t in and of themselves prevent me from socially useful labor. But they do impact my ability to work to surplus consistently, and my ability to be a palatable job applicant to a capitalist firm. The violence of capitalism is far and above my primary disability, vastly overshadowing any issues intrinsic to the differences in my body. And it will come for all the “health” chauvinists.