One of the most prolific writers in history, on any imaginable subject. Cared little for art but created lasting and memorable tales.
Yeah, fuck you, Art! You owe me like $200! I’m sending 60-y.o. Rocky after you to break your thumbs!
I would’ve been happy to be that guy that came up with Intel-gent Design, you know the theory about how Intel is inside everything… no, wait, I mean how God is inside everything, or something… No, now I got it, how Intel designed my PC as the ecological ergonomic equivalent of a Soviet industrial potato picking machine… to be God.
Or something. (Isn’t that the classic condition of science fiction nerds: “you are not smart but you admire smarts, so imagine something that is the smartiest thing in teh eva”)
But, yeah, I am prolific (when not being gleefully distracted, woot!)
Accelerate! (just under 44,000!)
EDIT: 2am happy dances around the smiles in my pocket. 45,000 words!
…and what happens to Foucault’s work when you read the transition from archaeology to genealogy in terms of the ‘event’? You stop moving and the whole fucking universe accelerates around that little crack in the cosmos, that’s what.
(oh, and did a PB on the ergo yesterday, 6:26.5)