Well, we’ve killed Steam. Good job, everyone. Now Half-Life 3 will never come out.

I’m particularly fond of Colson Whitehead’s The Noble Hustle, where he was fronted $10k to play in the WSOP despite never having played in a poker tournament before. Whitehead is a really dryly funny person, although that doesn’t always come across in his fiction.

Not as long as she keeps telling him how big his hands are.

“I guarantee you somewhere in Kentucky today a child was sexually assaulted...”

“What The Hell Is This Shit, Internet? Now Go To Your Room And Think About What You’ve Done”

And it’s already disappeared from the Instagram. Great Job indeed, Internet.

Don’t look in the greys. It’s a trap.

It’s the fake, bullshit MLA.

And we thought security theatre was bad...

I think I’m here, therefore I might be.

Hard to believe, isn’t it? By the book, the hours will seem like days...

-grabs a bowl of M and/or Ms and settles in to watch how this all works-

So are you saying it’s ice... and fire?

I think I exist? And am not grey? Maybe?

Good afternoon, TheSixFinger, and good luck.

Does it?

Good place for it, I hear!

It's better to burn out
'cause Kinja sucks
Out of the blue, and into the greys…

Will we still have an Internet by then?

I got a day off of work because I'm still in pain from a weekend with a stomach bug, so I get to watch the heat death of the universe in real time. Fuck this.