It occurs to me that bitchiness is common today in online writing. It’s usually telegraphed, embarrassingly, and then draws the usual praise from people who think that if they saw something coming a mile away, that means it’s good.
For once, I read a piece for real, no skimming or jumping ahead, and this paid off, because I got engrossed in all the interesting tangents and didn’t have any idea where it was leading.
I like bitchiness, a lot, but I like this kind. Bitchiness for the connoisseur.
I also do my best to avoid most media, ads, etc. I experience it the same way I experience the environment of a supermarket, like psychic attack. Can't stand most TV, and films. It's difficult to find any entertainment for me. The odd documentary. Occasional film. I liked Infinity Pool. Books n'all. I'm on Twatter, but only to find interesting articles and nods to books, etc. The rest is awful. I use it as a kind of outlet for schizoid hallucinations, voices, visions, racing thoughts, intrusive thoughts, etc. Like a kind of concept art. Don't think anyone knows what to make of it to be honest. But it's a good way to exorcize the monsters.
Acknowledgements in a book are strange. What are they for? Do others need a shout out for beta reads? Putting up with you? The editor is already mentioned as 'The Editor'. Thanking a publisher is a weird one too. Don't really like getting down on my knees to gratefully suck the cock of someone who needs my magic to shine. "Oh, thank you, Master! Thank you for choosing me. I am blessed by your divine touch."
It occurs to me that bitchiness is common today in online writing. It’s usually telegraphed, embarrassingly, and then draws the usual praise from people who think that if they saw something coming a mile away, that means it’s good.
For once, I read a piece for real, no skimming or jumping ahead, and this paid off, because I got engrossed in all the interesting tangents and didn’t have any idea where it was leading.
I like bitchiness, a lot, but I like this kind. Bitchiness for the connoisseur.
...the dearth of the author!
I also do my best to avoid most media, ads, etc. I experience it the same way I experience the environment of a supermarket, like psychic attack. Can't stand most TV, and films. It's difficult to find any entertainment for me. The odd documentary. Occasional film. I liked Infinity Pool. Books n'all. I'm on Twatter, but only to find interesting articles and nods to books, etc. The rest is awful. I use it as a kind of outlet for schizoid hallucinations, voices, visions, racing thoughts, intrusive thoughts, etc. Like a kind of concept art. Don't think anyone knows what to make of it to be honest. But it's a good way to exorcize the monsters.
Acknowledgements in a book are strange. What are they for? Do others need a shout out for beta reads? Putting up with you? The editor is already mentioned as 'The Editor'. Thanking a publisher is a weird one too. Don't really like getting down on my knees to gratefully suck the cock of someone who needs my magic to shine. "Oh, thank you, Master! Thank you for choosing me. I am blessed by your divine touch."
This comment is dedicated to my stuffed Magpie
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