That’s what she said

That was my first thought too :)

Ngl, I’m crying a bit.

And I just realized it’s Sunday, and it’s coming down. I’ve got the song running through my head on repeat now.

Dammit.

I knew it would happen, and I’ve been fucking dreading it.

I’m just glad he went in what seems to be as good a way as anyone can hope for.

Still fucking hurts.

No, it was just another twit not bothering to check C/ rules.

It’s rule 1, btw, and easy to find.

No politics. You made a political post and it got removed.

This post is definitely a popular opinion, even though the specific wording is camouflage for the meaning.

See, underneath the words of the post are another opinion “my post got removed because I’m to lazy to check before I post, so mods are bad/dumb/powertripping/whatever”

That opinion is everywhere on the internet.

Dj Spiderhole

Aka DJ Sad Ahm

Insomnia may be my favorite of his. But, yeah, hearts is a short story. Kind of a long one though lol.

Yup. Totally real. It’s all essentially public information to begin with. You have to have an address for taxes, and deeds need names on them. So there’s a certain degree of information that’s going to be available to pretty much everyone, if they go looking.

Phone books were useful at one point, though less so for individuals. They’re still useful for local businesses.

I love the reference :)

But, since this is a bit of a writing prompt rather than something that can be answered factually, allow me some self indulgence to cook something up. I don’t plan to edit it beyond spelling and typos, it’ll be freeform.

Back in the primordial nothing, so dark and empty that darkness was scared of that dark, non-existence was boring.

The formless void took a good look at itself in the mirror that was it’s own non existent backside in what may be the greatest act of solipsism in history, and said “I need a friend”.

This thought echoed throughout itself, and a ripple failed to spread through the nothingness by turning it into something that could ripple. Thus was regular darkness born.

Darkness and nothingness looked at each other. There was nothing to see, so they decided to grope each other instead. This led, as often is the case, to a lot of disappointment and some degree of carnal juices splattering.

Those juices took root, growing in the dark and the void, binding them together for eternity. The fruit of those twining vines of dark matter jizz created matter.

And, as you know, matter matters. Matter seeks other matter, and the vine flowered. It pollinated itself, creating an infinite array of fruit. Those fruit were what we might call gods. Forces like gravity, electricity, nuclear interactions, essences of the things that would later become storm and sun and moon and furtive masturbation under a blanket so your mom can’t catch you, all the things we eventually worshiped.

Those original fruits were as incestuous as their forebears, banging off of each other until the first light arose from the darkness that birthed all.

Then they looked at themselves and realized they needed a bloody bath because you can’t spend infinite moments of non-time fornicating without getting a little messy.

Thus, they decided to organize the previously idle matter into clouds and juggle them until the bits stuck together.

Stars were born. Stars exploded and reformed into more stars, and planets.

All those explosions generated the kind of places where oceans could form.

By that time, the early gods had kept fornicating until there were more gods than any universe needs, and they were all quite filthy.

So they went to the various water bearing planets and bathed. And had orgies.

What they didn’t realize is that all the grime, jizz, and raw creative forces would turn the waters of some worlds into the nastiest, but most fertile soup ever imagined.

Those little jizz particles clung to each other, forming ever longer chains. Eventually, those chains met other chains and settled down to start families. Those families were the first cellular life forms.

Everything has been downhill since.

Well, he’s basically a rapist and abuser. The accusations are a bit more complicated than that, and even a bit worse, but there’s really no doubt at all that they’re true. So a lot of people outright hate him, and will reflexively reject any posting of his music, especially a new track that’s on a platform that would generate income for him.

Musically, that’s a matter of opinion. It’s definitely the same style of music for sure. My take is that it’s watered down and uninspired, this particular track. Pretty much phoning it in. If you like the track, there’s nothing wrong with that, all musical preferences are subjective. It just doesn’t work for me. I can’t speak for anyone else in that respect.

Well, I think the responses you’ve gotten show exactly how major a figure he is, and how divisive he can be.

Any author is a matter of taste. Nobody is universally loved. That’s just the way it is, and there’s nothing wrong with that.

However, some writers manage to strike magic in minds so that their work resonates across generations, lifetimes. Shakespeare is still widely read. A person may not like his poems or plays, but he’s impossible to ignore entirely.

King is no Shakespeare. But he is damn good at writing things that stick in your head. And I firmly believe he’ll still be widely read in 200 years. Likely longer.

So, even if you end up not liking him in general, he’s worth reading some of his stuff Afghan anyway

Now, I mostly like King. Dude is weird, his stories reflect that, and even his worst stuff is interesting on that level.

My picks would be Cujo, Salem’s Lot, Needful Things, Hearts in Atlantis, Delores Claiborne, and the Bachman books. You read those, you’ll have a solid feel for whether or not you’ll want to ever read the rest.

Cujo is more of a real world horror story. Nothing supernatural, just a nightmare that could happen.

Salem’s Lot is a very unique take on a horror staple. But it’s still pretty normal horror.

Needful Things, that’s one of the most unique horror stories out there, imo. But it’s weird in the way that King does well.

Hearts in Atlantis switches gears. It isn’t horror, not really. But it’s a gentle introduction into his overarching inconsistently connected metaverse of sorts.

Claiborne is my favorite of his human conflict driven writing, where it’s about people in complex situations producing conflict and pointing a light at humanity in the process. It’s not horror at all.

And, the Bachman books. The collection of them is a glimpse into his most creative side, imagining slight twists on normality, akin to Claiborne. But they’re further removed. One is most definitely not set in our world. The others could be, but there’s still a sense of the alien to them. Once he abandoned the pen name, he eventually brought that kind of thinking into the rest of his work (and the best of his work imo), but there’s a rawness and ugliness to the stuff he did as Bachman that is hard to compare to anything else.

Out of the Bachman stories, Rage and The Long Walk tend to get the most attention nowadays because of the premise of each. Running Man is the most well known outside of his fandom, what with the movie loosely based on it. But the real gem is Road Work. The glimpse inside the mind of a man that’s just hit his limit and decides to stop fucking around and fuck things up instead. Hell, if you didn’t read anything else, you should read those.

But, honestly? I’ve read everything he’s written, and none of it is bad. It’s all worth at least one read, though some can be immediately consigned to the “never again bin”. His older stuff tends to be more accessible, but it’s all decent

Depends on the phone, but some of them, the audio is horrible through the regular speaker for calls, but better via the bigger one. Just not necessarily enough better for everyone.

Mind you, most of the people that do that are just twits, but hard of hearing people might need to use the phone that way to be able to communicate effectively, regardless of phone quality.

Nice!

Ouch. Tough post lol.

The song is meh at best. He’s capable of better, or used to be.

But the comments being turned off for the video? Lmao, somebody was thinking ahead. That would have been more entertaining than the video itself, but they had to ruin the fun lol.

Well, to be fair, we did win the war, so we (in effect) conquered England, which means we took ownership of the language as spoils of war.

I have no vested interest in that statement, but will argue vehemently in favor of it for entertainment purposes.

Nah, but it is shite

Is the story set on earth?

If so, is it this earth?

I have a crush on that dad now

Why would I change either?

I mean, I’m a hoopy frood, So I know where my towel is, and it’s full of all kinds of nutrients due to the competing microbes that compose its flora. You don’t just waste that kind of ecosystem by changing towels every decade.

And sheets? What about the memories? Every stain is a mark of something wonderful that happened. Except the ones that are marks of something horrific that happened. Or the ones that are just spilled beverages. But, you know, that’s still plenty of good memories you want washed down the drain, you animal you.

Honestly, I’m surprised there’s not some sweeping conspiracy theory that the Ukrainian invasion, Trump, and all of the related bullshit in been between are a military-industrial complex plot to have another cold war to drive profits to everyone involved.

It looks like some kind of crazy conspiracy sometimes