I see the Faceless Men as kind of Buddhists who took a crazy left turn somewhere. The ‘all men must die’ business is a pretty neutral idea on its own. It’s kind of like walking around solemnly and saying ‘2 plus 2 is 4.’ It’s what you make of this truth that matters.

This story has generated the best responses ever!

Hi! I am also mulling this over, but don’t you think we know so little about the Others that assuming that they’re the bad guys might be premature? (I read the first 3-4 books, but couldn’t deal with anymore of Harris’ unedited descriptions of SNOOOOORRRRREEE, so I quit.)

Highly doubtful that she has ever *heard* any of these songs. Except for Happy, because that shit is like flies and the common cold had a baby. Who was literally everywhere at all times.

This story is perfect.

Excellent gif!

Yes! Shirley Jackson’s novels are the bomb. Except that they are genuinely spooky and scary. The Haunting of Hill House scared the bejesus out of me when I read it late at night in the dark...

Naaaah.

The Unconsoled was also dreamy in a way. I think it was nearly universally hated, and I threw it across the room a few times, but in the end, one of the best books I’ve read in my life.

Oh man, I’m with you. All the cheese in the world could disappear and I’d be fine. I’d feel solidarity for the people who were sad and all, but wouldn’t miss it.

I don’t mind meal eclecticism, and would eat the hell out of all that without a care in the world. Come at me, purists.

I like it raw, but I have advanced tofu-eating skills. My kids will eat it in any imaginable fashion, which is unexpected but nice.

This is to forestall the inevitable “what about chicken? fish?”

I usually say, if people are being obnoxious “nothing thad had a face or a mom”

Yeah, but you could have been right, don’t worry about it. Anyway, this topic is super touchy for everyone, and this is the internet, so this is just normal :)

Not like combines, more like specifically how animals are mostly raised for food today, i.e., the part that’s relevant to the present discussion. I know a little more than fuckall about it, since I lived on a farm for years and worked in a dairy and in a hatchery, and saw enough of the rest of it. :)

You speak the truth. A few weeks ago, I made a cold salad with those gigantes beans (enormous white beans, dunno what they’re called in English), and some black truffles that someone brought me from Italy. But still, I live in a hot climate, and summers tend to involve lots of cold and easy-to-put-together meals.…

Same here on both counts. But in the summer, who wants to eat heavy bean dishes anyway?

I know this is late, but I totally forgot to say:

That’s true. Shame on one of us. Or both of us. Or on George Takei.