My cat is so impressed by my reading that he's constantly trying to insert himself between me and my book. And I'm like clout-chaser, read your own book.

I think a lot of the new modern forms of neuroses we have are coming about from thinking we’re all trapped in a panopticon. The idea that very normal things like relationships or reading is performative or embarrassing comes from an implicit belief that you’re only value is how you’re seen by others

I have much-older cousins to whom I was taught to refer as aunts and uncles out of respect, simply because they were adults when I was a child. Some of them I didn't even realize WEREN'T aunts until I was practically an adult myself.

Mostly I'm just confused about how someone decided that yes, this flavor profile evokes the Beatles.

I feel people really aren't talking enough about the attempted murder part.

The "W" stands for "Weenis".

I will say it is incredibly disheartening for every earnest effort I make and those I see others make knowing we will toil in relative obscurity our entire lives, yet people who sell insane fantasies and blatant lies to the wealthy will never go hungry.

I watched some reviews of media from the 1980s where the reviewer said something like, "Wow, they really just threw you in back in the day, didn't they? We don't even know who these people are or anything!"

"NO DISASSEMBLE!"

My AI will come in the form of an adorable robot on the run from a government agency or it will not exist.

I would feel like I'd received the grace of god to be close enough to snap a photo of a whole-ass wild elephant with a baby.

Normally I'm a "Dean must be protected at all costs" kinda gal but yeah, she's got a point.

Dean Koontz: oh! i get it! because the Epstein file is real, right?
Barker:
Poe:
Lovecraft:
Shelley:
The entire 1988 shortlist for the Stoker award:
Koontz: ...right?

I saw Irate Nazis open for Teutonic Anger in '96

Each wise man the master of a different discipline of martial art. Each one determined to protect the Christ child from the forces of King Herod, by whatever means necessary. Please stop me before I actually write a treatment.

"This Christmas, three wise masters have come from the East...on a mission" and then it's like Biblical Lone Wolf and Cub.

I remember the theme song, too! This was one of the last survivors of an estate sale, and it was about to go into the donate/disposal pile. 1986 Me couldn't bear to risk it to the landfill.