Need to let loose a primal scream without collecting footnotes first? Have a sneer percolating in your system but not enough time/energy to make a whole post about it? Go forth and be mid: Welcome to the Stubsack, your first port of call for learning fresh Awful youāll near-instantly regret.
Any awful.systems sub may be subsneered in this subthread, techtakes or no.
If your sneer seems higher quality than you thought, feel free to cutānāpaste it into its own post ā thereās no quota for posting and the bar really isnāt that high.
The post Xitter web has spawned soo many āesotericā right wing freaks, but thereās no appropriate sneer-space for them. Iām talking redscare-ish, reality challenged āculture criticsā who write about everything but understand nothing. Iām talking about reply-guys who make the same 6 tweets about the same 3 subjects. Theyāre inescapable at this point, yet I donāt see them mocked (as much as they should be)
Like, there was one dude a while back who insisted that women couldnāt be surgeons because they didnāt believe in the moon or in stars? I think each and every one of these guys is uniquely fucked up and if I canāt escape them, I would love to sneer at them.
(Credit and/or blame to David Gerard for starting this.)
For all of the 2.2 seconds I have spent wondering who Yudās coauthor on that was, I vaguely thought that it was Aella. I donāt know where I might have gotten that impression from. A student paper about fanfiction identified ālintamandeā as Kelsey Piper in 2013.
I tried reading the forum roleplay thing when it came up here, and I caromed off within a page. I made it through this:
And I got to about here:
ā¦ before the āwhat the fuck is this fucking shit?ā intensified beyond my ability to care.
Yeah I couldnāt find the strength to even get to the naughty stuff, I gave up after one or two chapters. And Iāve read through all of HPMOR. š
Iām hard-pressed to think of anything else I have tried to read that was comparably impenetrable. At least when we played āexquisite corpseā parlor games on the high-school literary magazine staff, we didnāt pretend that anything we improvised had lasting value.