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Clarkesworld has recently discovered that their August issue successfully breached containment and gained access to the Internet, where it is presently hacking reader's minds. "Oh no, what will we do? Who knew that stories could be so powerful?" said Neil Clarke, when approached for comment.

2006: Those Grey Goose shots at 3am were a bad idea but I’ll make it to work 2026: Stayed up until 11 last night experimenting with a new eyeliner and I’m inexplicably hungover

"I don't understand why you, a fantasy writer, don't appreciate the value of making bargains with the fae."

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[After the passage now known as "the dialogue at the door of the Shack of Love" there occurs this striking, surprising, and paradoxical passage, often taken up in critical interpretations of the text but never satisfactorily explained]: Thou art what? TYNNE ROOFE ALAS, THE RUSTE!

Yf you spye a fadid signe at the syde of the roade that saith 'V short leagues to the Shack of Love'

Another thought: in his statement, Hank Green expressed quite a lot of shame about the "dopamine hit" he gets from using AI. As a non-AI user I don't really know what he's referring to here. Is the AI voice flattering him while also doing his job (presumably poorly)? Because that's big weird.

No, and I'm not telling.

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Academics and scoleres are not gate-keeperes. Thei will talke to you about their topiques. For dayes. Thei will sende lynkes. Thei will order bookes. Thys ys why thei lyve. Thei are the route bitwene past knowledge and future knowledge.

Every now and then someone takes a run at me along the lines of "I don't understand why you, a scifi writer, don't appreciate 'AI'," and I'm all, motherfucker, it's *because* I'm a science fiction writer I have the positions I have, how many times do we have to fucking yell "torment nexus," my dude

I suppose the corollary of staying in print for decades is that an entire generation may largely not know some books. We take the win, really.

And lo! Kathye appearid and we hung out Sharing draughtes from the bottel so sharpe and so cleane Glaunsinge eyne Holdinge hondes Twynne heigh-maintenaunce machynes Ich am goinge to make it Thrugh thys yeare Yif it slaye me Ich am goinge to make it Thrugh thys yeare Yif it slaye me #mountaingoats

These tales we have heard And sum choose to believe thys - Yet Ich knowe thei are wrong, Wayte and see: One daye we will fynde it, The rainbowe connectioun, The loveres, the dreameres, and me.

Why ben thei so numerous The songes about rainbowes And what ys on the othir syde? "Rainbowes are visiounes Yet onlye illusiounes, And rainbowes have no thynge to hyde."

"Yikes, Odysseus -- you looke prettye roughe aftir your journeye." "Well, you Odyssey the othir guye!"

I agree strongly with this -- in that difficult moment, the possibility of collective effort was conceivable. Not everybody felt it, but many did. I think the political class did not like this one bit.

Is everyone aware of the General Motors streetcar conspiracy? In the mid-20th century, auto and oil interests bought up electric streetcar systems across the US and systematically replaced them with bus routes and paved roads, funneling commuters toward private cars.

General Motors streetcar conspiracy - Wikipediaen.wikipedia.org

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