Some of the literary round up is not literary based. Guess which parts! It’s a game I did not make up.
You know how vintage is cooler? Well check out this prime example of birds bird-ing and the bees bee-ing. Turns out doing it then was a lot like doing it now, except you needed tokens, not a sleazy look, to get into brothels.
I suppose a token-based system could efficiently regulate the amount of sex had by people. A bit like rides at a theme park, you’d hold out for the better ones. In turn, we’d have more time to… Oh I don’t know. Build a mother fucking BRAIN yo. I mean, why weren’t we always doing this? It can’t be that hard. God did it. Plus, pretty much the only downside would be if sharks got hold of it, swam backwards and ate Samuel L Jackson. Am I right?
What else would token-regulated sex free up time for you ask? Oh, just some casual think tanking: I want to go to there. Well, maybe not go so much as listen in and probably nod in all the wrong places. Like, when they were being ironic and stuff. There’s no way Cormac would ever return a high five anyway. I mean COME ON CORMAC:
'Throughout the institute he has hung heavy gilt mirrors and installed dark wooden cabinets and furniture that looks like it might have come from a hacienda in his Border Trilogy; he has commissioned a painting of Newton by the Texas artist Alberto Escamillo that hangs in the main conference room (once a ballroom); and he’s refinished the front desk with pine, cedar siding, and cherry wood. His current project is a renovation of the second conference room. While I was visiting the institute, McCarthy stopped to chat with a contractor about the cedar wainscoting that will panel the base of the room.’
SRSLY. COME ON.
Hero. Shut up Stephanie Meyer.
WOAH! Congratulations Internet, you’re better than just Faceboook and Youtube. Who needs privacy anyway?
So this sort of makes me want to yell ‘Rick Gekoski, you wanker’ and then sprint off down a London alley, but I think the reason why is that I do agree with him more than I’d like to. Lighten up Rick. As humans, existentialism has taught us we need the stage set. It makes it all seem far less pointless.