On the one hand, it's hard for me to get angry at people deciding not to like the work of a monster, but on the other hand the general structure of the thing makes me vaguely sad anyway. Probably my problem.
These lines are meaningless, and not funny: they are simply “references,”
ok this person completely missed the very obvious humor of a nerdy jewish man comparing himself to Hitler
I've retroactively decided that I love Manhattan just to spite this moron
Joan Didion is many things but she's not stupid. Humourless, though? You'd not be the first to make that assessment, although I think the issue is that her sense of humour is... weird.
if you missed something that obvious you are at least having a very off day
On the one hand, it's hard for me to get angry at people deciding not to like the work of a monster, but on the other hand the general structure of the thing makes me vaguely sad anyway. Probably my problem.
These lines are meaningless, and not funny: they are simply “references,”
ok this person completely missed the very obvious humor of a nerdy jewish man comparing himself to Hitler
I've retroactively decided that I love Manhattan just to spite this moron
Joan Didion is many things but she's not stupid. Humourless, though? You'd not be the first to make that assessment, although I think the issue is that her sense of humour is... weird.
if you missed something that obvious you are at least having a very off day
Yeah, but I also get finding it stupid and hollow regardless, despite the fact that I found it reasonably chuckle-worthy myself.
I mean it's an article that was written decades ago, but it's only getting dragged out now because people are in the market for reasons to dislike Woody Allen as an artist due to recent horrifying revelations coming to light.
Oh, I completely agree. Didion was talking about these films back when they were coming out; the context is entirely different, and the fact that people are trotting these out now feels a little dissonant and reachy.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
Weird little details that are mostly forgotten by now: Unicorn magic in season one of Friendship is Magic wasn't color coded like it has been ever since season two
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
There is going to be a TV movie remake of Rocky Horror, and people are angry, because they apparently do not know people in stage shows have been doing Rocky Horror without the movie cast for decades.
Let's just forget the time they directed a hate campaign at a critic for the crime of not liking 4Chan or the time they were going really hard on the "Teach the Controversy" stance on Gamergate.
[lesswrong “rationalist” voice]: “hello my fellow progressives. now, i’m a very left-wing guy. i’m about as lefty as they come. a real blue-triber. heck, i even vote democrat most of the time, and i’m a long-time hillary fan! doesn’t get much more left-wing than that.”
[lesswrong “rationalist” voice]: “at any rate, just speaking as a left-wing progressive here, have any of my fellow blue-tribe lefties noticed that all leftists are evil and irrational and are destroying america with their sinister tendrils of gramscian damage? i sure have.”
People babble the "internet Ulysses" line because some Youtube video said that, but other than the fact that most of the (very long) story takes place during a single day, there are very few parallels. Homestuck comes across, to me at least, as a direct response to Eliot's Waste Land (a comparison aided by the fact that Hussie quotes it rather explicitly in what basically amounts to an epigraph). Homestuck begins basically with the world Eliot describes in his poem: a "heap of broken images," where an excess of cultural detritus has clogged the arteries of society and rendered life bereft of much meaning. Hussie's project takes those broken images--be they Nicholas Cage films, rap music, Gnosticism, the Greek zodiac--and stitches them together into a new cultural fabric. The trajectory of the work moves from disorder to order, as random details (in many times actually random, or at least outside of authorial control, as most of the first part of the story was created with reader input) coalesce into an organized, logical, and rigidly-defined patterns and grids. The work itself is organized with a kind of code logic (which makes sense, considering Hussie studied computer science), which sorts disparate objects into groups and recalls them as necessary to close all ambiguities--a stark contrast to the ambiguous works that have dominated English literature for the past century. If ambiguity is an irreconcilable, even necessary aspect of modernist and postmodernist works, Hussie manages to use the very themes and techniques of modernism and postmodernism to stamp out ambiguity and create something surprisingly coherent.
He does all this, meanwhile, with an unpretentious attitude unseen in the so-called post-postmodern literary "saviors."
There is going to be a TV movie remake of Rocky Horror, and people are angry, because they apparently do not know people in stage shows have been doing Rocky Horror without the movie cast for decades.
didn't people freak out when NBC did their own stage show remake of The Sound of Music
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
British people spell judgment "judgement" and it always looks wrong to me.
Sound of Music is Broadway. Climb Every Mountain is from Sound of Music. Mormon Tabernacle Choir sang Climb Every Mountain. Thus, Motab sang a broadway song.
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*sniffs*
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
[lesswrong “rationalist” voice]: “hello my fellow progressives. now, i’m a very left-wing guy. i’m about as lefty as they come. a real blue-triber. heck, i even vote democrat most of the time, and i’m a long-time hillary fan! doesn’t get much more left-wing than that.”
[lesswrong “rationalist” voice]: “at any rate, just speaking as a left-wing progressive here, have any of my fellow blue-tribe lefties noticed that all leftists are evil and irrational and are destroying america with their sinister tendrils of gramscian damage? i sure have.”
[lesswrong “rationalist” voice]: “just speaking lefty-to-lefty here.”
fuckin leftists
I approve of this hairstyle
People babble the "internet Ulysses" line because some Youtube video said that, but other than the fact that most of the (very long) story takes place during a single day, there are very few parallels. Homestuck comes across, to me at least, as a direct response to Eliot's Waste Land (a comparison aided by the fact that Hussie quotes it rather explicitly in what basically amounts to an epigraph). Homestuck begins basically with the world Eliot describes in his poem: a "heap of broken images," where an excess of cultural detritus has clogged the arteries of society and rendered life bereft of much meaning. Hussie's project takes those broken images--be they Nicholas Cage films, rap music, Gnosticism, the Greek zodiac--and stitches them together into a new cultural fabric. The trajectory of the work moves from disorder to order, as random details (in many times actually random, or at least outside of authorial control, as most of the first part of the story was created with reader input) coalesce into an organized, logical, and rigidly-defined patterns and grids. The work itself is organized with a kind of code logic (which makes sense, considering Hussie studied computer science), which sorts disparate objects into groups and recalls them as necessary to close all ambiguities--a stark contrast to the ambiguous works that have dominated English literature for the past century. If ambiguity is an irreconcilable, even necessary aspect of modernist and postmodernist works, Hussie manages to use the very themes and techniques of modernism and postmodernism to stamp out ambiguity and create something surprisingly coherent.
He does all this, meanwhile, with an unpretentious attitude unseen in the so-called post-postmodern literary "saviors."