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Rest in Peace, Sir Arthur C Clarke.
I don't know what else to say, really. I was gonna give this post a day to mull it over, but the news makes me depressed. Really depressed. And that's just the way it is, so I can't be eloquent and sagacious about it.
He was a scientific researcher, an author, and a speculative futurist. And now he's gone over the eternal falls: beyond the confines of special relativity, the limits of light, or even the scope of mathmatical singularities.
Not all journeys into the infinite aether require Monoliths, after all...
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I suppose I can make myself feel better by getting angry about something...
Well, not angry, really... just creeped out.
You see... there's this site out there, somewhere... and it contains...
...it has...
...eeegh...
...R-Type porn.
Yeah: you read that right.
Now, to be fair, not all the images are actually pornographic, but I ain't linkin' to the damned thing because a) it creeps me out and b) we're talking loli and shota stuff, here. Not the worst the 'net has to offer by any means, but still...
eeegh.....
So how do you make R-Type porn, you might ask? Well... think of it like... if a bunch of underage girls wore spaceship-model suits for Halloween...
eeegh......
You should've seen how the Platonic Love turned out....
UGH: never mind: just never mind. I'm gonna go throw up for awhile. Then I'm going to church....
