If only there was some kind of…computer, that was personal, which might serve as a platform for something like this.

Y’know, I don’t hate Battlefield Earth. It’s actually pretty entertaining as trash pulp scifi goes. It just goes on for SO LONG.

Having read most of it, even if you leave the politics aside, Mein Kampf is a bad book. Hitler should have stuck with painting.

Marx was a much better political writer. At least his dry political treatises are interesting.

Battlefield Earth, on the other hand… >!/s!<

My middle school theater teacher gave me a copy of “Lords and Ladies” by Terry Pratchett.

That was a transformative moment in my life.

Sometimes it seems like Pratchett and Adams are the only people who’ve ever actually understood the insanity of the world.

I often think of “outside the asylum” and Wonko the Sane, who declared the entire world mad and put the poor thing in an asylum.

Three Body Problem.

For all people rave about it as this masterwork defining scifi novel, I found it borderline nonsensical, the characters motivations are either insane or nonexistent and for a nominally “hard” scifi novel it has some really iffy science.

Seriously, a species that can unfold atoms into two dimensions can’t predict the orbits of their suns? Something humanity managed in the fucking 17th century?