Not a death, per se, but I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream.

I vote for a long shear of light, followed by a series of low concussions.

The shitty personal essays are for Saturdays on Gawker. Let's keep things in order, please.

The Owls Are Not What They Seem.

On the bright side, you're only being chastised by a shut in that has no social interaction outside of the internet, and proudly claims the mantle of bobble head. Her life is deader than her dad, and probably more drug induced.

Not...quite domesticated...

Not entirely sure, there may have been some children's books before this, but this is what started it all for me.

Dr Ellenberg,

H.P. Lovecraft.

If you liked The Road, you should try out McCarthy's Blood Meridian:

The Road. This book depressed me for weeks. Completely, unrelentingly dismal vision of how the Earth ends.

Well hey, maybe don't project unfair shit onto your husband.

boyfriend is taking a bath, reading. I barge in, demanding to know if all men are terrible, eyes blazing

Robots don't look like robots on film. You gotta use cars.

They used actual robots for this one, not the usual hollywood stand-ins.

It's annoying for the same reason "colored" is a stupid term for black people. All people have a color, unless you're translucent. It's annoying for the same reason describing a brown person as "ethnic" is stupid. Because we all have an ethnicity.

Why can't we just say "not white" since it's precisely what we mean?…