You know what, though, the last two times I've been out jogging on the seafront there's been someone getting the melody of Careless Whisper completely wrong (first a guy whistling, then a guy with a sax). Surely the ultimate in #brightonproblems
When I went for a run the other night there were two cars parked next to each other with 'OMG' and 'ERK' in their number plates and I remembered this thing and thought 'Shocked Exclamations' and started laughing
an off the top of my head list of people to read instead of neil gaiman, who sucks:
n k jemisin
bora chung
silvia moreno-garcia
ursula k le guin
octavia butler
xiran jay zhao
ted chiang
neon yang
the readymade bodhisattva (anthology of south korean sci fi)
add more if you want!
(gesturing at my hopefully-near-future self who I expect will be shaped a bit like a player character in Animal Crossing) you may not like it but this is what peak performance looks like
I’ve never been one of those rewatch the first season to prepare for the second guys, but I am with Severance. And not only do you pick up a lot of clues, you can really luxuriate in the total Januaryness of it.
YOUR ENEMIES LAMENT YOUR VERY EXISTENCE. HAVE YOU EATEN TODAY?
HELLO I have literally just arrived and haven't found anyone I know from real life yet. Harbouring probably unrealistic hopes that this place will be a bit like pre-enshittification Twitter. My toxic grumpy old man trait is curmudgeonly nostalgia for the old internet
