I’m not editing this, so I apologize if it’s long and rambly and messy. It needs to be. I’ve been measured and silent and obedient for so, so, so long, but if I’m going to write about denied humanity it needs to be like this. You need to see unsanitized, reckless honesty just as much as I need to write it. Targets of mob abuse take a risk every time we’re brutally honest in public, so we usually don’t, but I’m too frustrated to give you PR and I’m working against the clock. If I’m gonna get hurt for an update in my court case, it’s about fucking time it happens on my terms instead of his.
I just hung up from what I hope will be my last phone call with the District Attorney assigned to my case, and I choked back tears as she told me that I’d conducted myself with grace through this whole nightmare. I don’t know why I’m crying. I’m writing this and examining it as I go through the fog of someone with PTSD. I don’t know if the tears are out of frustration of having sunk a year and a half into this awful system for seemingly less than nothing, or if it’s out of relief.
My ex, who we’ll call Creep Throat because seeing his name makes a knot of anxiety rise in my throat, will be notified soon that the charges were dropped, but not why. I’m sure he’ll launch another salvo of flat out lies and spun truths to make it seem like the last year and a half was a byproduct of me “asking for it”, that the courts saw through it, while making him seem like a downtrodden hero of free speech. He managed to do that with previous court dates, leaving out things like a judge flat out stating that she believed he had physically assaulted me during the last time we had sex, and that he’d gone through my friends social media feeds of the day afterward to prove that I wasn’t “acting like a victim” by spending time with friends.
So, instead of just watching this happen for the who-knows-how-manyth time, I’m going to talk about it. It’s not really about me as much as it is an attempt to dispel some common bullshit assumptions the average person has about the justice system, and what it means to “press charges”.
One of the biggest myths that needs to die is that your first response to being abused should be to go to the police and seek justice. Leaving aside the fact that the police flat out murder unarmed citizens for their race all the time, and that sex workers are likely to be incarcerated when reporting crime done to them, and a myriad of other things I can’t get into, I have a certain amount of privilege and a well-documented case. I have one of the most public abuse cases out there, it started a hate movement that’s swept up my industry and hurt dozens of bystanders, and got international media attention. A lot of people don’t think of it in terms of domestic violence, they forget where the flashpoint of GamerGate came from - you might not even know the man responsible’s name. To make matters worse, I was unable to speak up during that time period out of fear of reprisal from the judicial system (more on that later) and watched as he was washed out of history (along with a lot of other people targeted). I was on my own on this front, until the Boston Magazine article was posted by a journalist who had been following everything and speaking with my ex. Shortly after, I got a call from the DA telling me that I shouldn’t have been told to simply go offline, and that she knew we had a very strong case worth prosecuting.
So why am I dissolving it then?
Ironically, getting a restraining order against Creep Throat was the least effective thing I could do in terms of getting him out of my life for good, and for protecting myself. I’ll discuss the hot mess of problems around that experience at a later time. Without getting into a long, complicated blow by blow, every time something happened or the case was updated, he’d run back to the mob and make promises and jokes and pleas for more money. The mob would respond by going after me, my family, and anyone else they decided was involved. The mythology surrounding me would expand, conspiracy charts would “prove” I am secretly rich and really deserved it all along, and inspire more threats, stalking, and abuse. The cycle repeated itself endlessly. People kept getting hurt for being close to me, for a poorly worded restraining order that did nothing.
This cycle was so vicious that I even vacated the order myself once he appealed, hoping to make it end. I gave him the legal relief that he’d asked for. It might sound weak but I’m not made of stone, I’m a scared person trying to escape her abuser in spite of the fact that he’s created a self-perpetuating faction within my own industry to continue to punish me for walking away. It wasn’t about him fighting a powerful evil woman, or gaining his oh-so-crucial right to sic a mob on me, it’s always been about punishing me. It was about using it as a way to hurt me further, so when I gave him what he ostensibly wanted he actually *showed up to object to my motion to vacate the order and hand him a win*. The court dismissed him, and the order has been dead for months, and yet he’s back on Kotaku In Action chumming the waters about the oral arguments they’re hearing on a nonexistent order next month.
He gets paid, he gets attention (he even brought a date to court once), and the cycle continues. All the while, shit gets worse and worse for me and my family. The simple fact of the matter is the criminal justice system is meant to punish, not protect. I don’t care about seeing him punished - I would rather he get better. And they’ve done nothing to protect me - it’s only made things worse and become another weapon in his arsenal, and the arsenal of the people out there way scarier than him.
This is the last email I sent to my DA.
It was a reddit thread that showed up in my Google Alerts for my name, that I had set up to help grow my indie dev business before all this started like so many people in my industry. The title was “if eron goes to jail, I will hunt zoe quinn down and rape her”. Alerts and direct contact like this, specifically discussing the court case, was only escalating and becoming more common. I’m used to things like this at this point, but it doesn’t mean it doesn’t effect me. It doesn’t mean it doesn’t effect anyone close to me who becomes collateral damage in this sick crusade my ex started against me. The continual escalation only ever increases the chances that someone will make good on something like this. Trying to get the law to protect me has only continually put me in harm’s way.
Why, then, would I ever want to sign up for more years of my life spent flying back to Boston, a place where it’s not safe for me to be, to continue another chapter in this nightmare? Why would I want to keep digging at a giant scar?
“Establish legal precedent!” you might think. I did too. Then Elonis v United States offered little hope that a court wouldn’t skirt the issues of how domestic violence manifests online. Then Steph Guthrie and her co-defendant lost their case, the transcripts showing equal parts “she was asking for it” and “how did this get in there i am not good at computers”. Going to court is like rolling the dice, the precedent you established isn’t up to you, and I didn’t want to risk becoming a tool in the next Creep Throat’s arsenal if we lost. I have have worked with enough lawmakers, law enforcement officers, lawyers, and judges at this point through our work with Crash Override to know that education is sorely lagging behind on these issues, not to mention the cultural biases that come with any cases like that.
You probably know that judges and juries can be biased and hold backward views and assumptions, given that you’re a human in 2016 reading this blog and have probably seen at least one news story about a cop getting away with murdering an unarmed black citizen without so much as a trial. You may have seen it in any reporting on how unlikely it is for rape survivors to see justice combined with how backward everyone is about talking about it. This is at least partly because the US has a very specific idea of who is worth protecting, doubly so when the person in question is being victimized while marginalized.
When you seek charges, you’re on trial as much as the other person, if not more. The “asking for it” defense is alive and well even in 2016, and you have to be a “good victim” in order to give your case the best shot it has. “Good victim”, when it comes to women in domestic or gendered violence cases like mine, tends to mean a lot of loaded, even conflicting things. The courts do not favor a lot of women simply for being who they are - women of color, trans women, sex workers, I could go on. Even beyond that, you have to be well behaved and silent about the proceedings, or risk pissing off the judge and giving the defense attorneys ammo to work with. Even my Cracked article was waved around in court by my ex’s lawyers, citing it as “the most disgusting thing that happened during GamerGate” despite my almost one foot stack of threats and photos of me that people had printed out, jizzed on, and sent to my family. The defense, so far, had hung a hat on trying to prove I deserved all of this.
I have been open about my depression and my history in sex work. I have not gone out of the public eye during all of the abuse, and I don’t regret that. I believe in standing up for sex workers and people living with mental health concerns and anyone else I can, and I don’t know what would have happened if I had kept my mouth shut when I was targeted two years ago. But this comes with a cost - everything I have said and done will be held against me and spun by my abuser. The cost of being who I am in defiance of the abuse was sacrificing being a good victim.
The spin is even more successful in these cases, because of how disconnected judges, lawyers, police, and juries often are from the internet. One told me to simply give up my career and stop going offline if I didn’t like the abuse. He barely bothered to look at my huge stack of evidence before declaring he had no idea what the internet was about and didn’t want to know.
All the while, it’s hard to explain the indignity of having to sit through this and try to be a “good victim”. To sit in the same room as the man who did this to you and so many others and not appear too emotional or shaken, because the last time you said “uh” too much it became “proof” that you were lying instead of reliving trauma on command. To hide your anger and your outrage and your hurt so you don’t look like you’re seeking revenge, but to also not hold back TOO much because then you look robotic and unaffected like you haven’t been in fear of this man or in fear for your life for almost two years. To have to sit silently while everyone messes up basic facts of the case because they can’t tell the difference between usernames. To leave little bloody half moons in the palms of your hands from squeezing your fists tightly to try to look like you aren’t shaking from being in the same room with him.
What good does any of this do for anyone? It’s been almost two years now, and I desperately want to move on with my life. Even if I did win, I doubt locking Creep Throat away would do anything. Even putting aside my huge misgivings with the US prison system, he’s not going to change. The people who support him would see him as a martyr. I’d probably be looking at years of appeals and court dates and apologizing to my family for MRAs screaming at them in the middle of the night.
I’m tired. I have been trying to pick up the pieces of my life for almost two years at this point, and I’ve done a lot of healing, a lot of building what I feel like are more workable pushes to improve the lives of people being abused online, and a lot of self-improvement. I’m getting to a place where I’m kind of ok even while the abuse hasn’t slowed down. But every time I have to touch this festering part of my life, it drains the energy out of me. I have less energy to do casework at Crash, less energy to meet with tech partners to tell them how to do better and the ways they’re fucking up, less energy to make my goofy video games about feelings and farts, less energy for my friends and family and loved ones that have been helplessly watching me torn apart by this man for years.
In my opinion, it’s not time yet. I’m not the right person to win this fight or set this precedent. It’s too early, and I’m a messy complicated artist who has a hard time keeping her mouth shut while she watches other people hurt. I’m not the platonic ideal of a good victim because I’ve had a long past. I don’t even have any faith in the system to not totally fuck it up every step of the way even when it’s working as intended. The simple fact of the matter is that I’m less useful to the world as someone who fought this case, win or lose, than someone who can throw all hope of winning away to be honest with you, to educate you, to try and call for reform so I can set the next girl up for a spike instead of falling on my face. That’s even assuming the process doesn’t kill me - I’m still someone who was already living with depression, that now has complex PTSD on top of it.
I’m scared of posting this, but I’m tired of hiding and keeping my head down and plodding along. I know it’ll kick some shit up, everything does, but I also know he’s going to try to twist this stuff like he always has. I’m tired of letting him control me. I’m tired of being afraid of being honest. I’m tired of watching people hand out “just go to the police they’ll protect you” while I silently scream and bite my tongue, because I know the advice-giver is giving horrible, ignorant advice. It’s so much more complicated than that, and if someone decides to go to the cops about their abuser they should be doing it with a more informed and prepared plan than I ever did. They shouldn’t have to have their lives hijacked for years to find out that that’s what they were even risking in the first place. I wish I had those two years back. The least I can do to make that right is to be honest and open with the world while trying to reduce the cost of maneuvering through these systems. The least I can do is try to succeed at getting my life back where the courts have utterly failed.
I won’t ever get my life back, but that doesn’t mean I can’t live in the meantime. Hopefully the next girl won’t have years stolen from her in the first place.
And again, sorry if I’ve put my foot in my mouth through any of this unedited brain dump. It’s been a really, really long 2 years and I am more than a little tired.
There was more, I didn’t include the whole thing! It was from the comments section on some review of Hell Bent. Ah, thanks to the magic of Googling exact quotes, I’ve found it again:
‘Dr. Who has become a show about “girl power”. In this episode the Dr. was emasculated and reduced the role of a sidekick in his own program. The Dr. is supposed to be the smartest person in the room, but every season we continue to meet female characters who outwit and out think him at every turn. Christ they turned the Master into Missy. And I hate the idea that regeneration now can change someone’s sexuality. That was never ever a part of the original canon, but I digress. I thought it was completely foolish that Ashilda and Claire would be able to operate a TARDIS. I thought they were al telepathically linked to their Timelords. I want this show to be about science fiction again! It’s been too caught up in the importance of the Dr’s companions. Adric died, and the Doctor was severely wounded by that death, but he never ever once thought about breaking the laws of space time to resurrect him. There are millions of multiple versions of Clara in the timestream, why get fixated on one? Unless Moffat is purposefully creating a progression where the Dr. becomes the evil version of himself (the Valeyard) I didn’t understand the purpose of the episode at all. I was deeply disappointed and I think I’m dropping the show after the Christmas Episode. This could have been so much of a better story if the Dr. would have gone rouge for a noble reason. But to betray Galifrey and the trust of his own people for one companion that’s not the Doctor.’
We, as a people, determine what is and is not of value mostly through what we believe to be legitimate and worthy of significance. And in late capitalism, we have all basically agreed to allow the market to dictate what is and is not of legitimate value. (This is what social critics recognize as neoliberalism.)
But what the market deems valuable is not necessarily aligned with what is ultimately good for us as a society, or even what we want. Because under conditions of extreme inequality, the market is biased toward people who have lots of money, at the expense of virtually everyone else.”
friendly reminder not to support lindt this easter season, or apparently ever again, because they support autism speaks.
can someone please explain why autism speaks is so bad?
because they’re adamant that autism is a disease that can be “cured”. They don’t have a single autistic person on their board. Autism Speaks produces advertisements, small films, ect. about what a burden autistic people are to a society. They only spend about 4% of their money on “family services.” They create a stereotype that makes it hard for actual autistic people, like myself, be heard and recognized as actually autistic. I was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder before they realized that I actually showed signs of Asperger’s. They don’t actually help us.
That’s the problem with Autism Speaks.
(tw for violence, ableism, abuse, murder, and death)
It goes deeper than not having any autistic board members. Many of the allistics running the organization promote the horrific notion that you’re better off dead than autistic, and their influence and “activism” only supports the ideology resulting in the continued murder of autistic children and adults by their parents and caregivers.
Former Autism Speaks board member Harry Slatkin, whose wife, Laura, continues to serve on the Board of Directors, stated in an interview with Town and Country while still a board member that sometimes he hoped their autistic son David would drown in the backyard pond rather than “suffer like this all his life.” Evidencing a pattern of similarly violent rhetoric, Autism Speaks is also responsible for the 2006 PSA “Autism Every Day“ in which their then Vice President states on camera that she considered putting her autistic daughter in the car and driving off a bridge, and that the only reason she refrained from doing so was because her other, non-autistic daughter would have been waiting for her at home—her autistic daughter was in the room as she made these statements. Furthermore, the producer of this PSA explicitly admitted that the film was intentionally staged to portray negative images of autistic people and their families.
Only four days following the release of “Autism Every Day,” pathologist Karen McCarron smothered her autistic daughter with a garbage bag. McCarron stated that she murdered Katie because her “autism had not been improving,” had thought about killing Katie, that made an earlier brief attempt at suffocation, wanted to cure Katie, thought killing Katie would make her “complete” in heaven, and wanted to live without autism and thus had to kill Katie. Investigators found that McCarron was obsessed with different treatments for Katie. (See People v. FRANK-McCARRON, 934 NE 2d 76 - Ill: Appellate Court, 3rd Dist. 2010.) Though it is not presently possible to draw a direct connection between Autism Speaks’ PSA and Katie’s murder, this crime and dozens like it only underscore how the kind of rhetoric that Autism Speaks favors only serves to recklessly endanger the lives of autistic people.
Autism Speaks also publicly supports the Judge Rotenberg Center, a group home for autistic and neurodivergent students that uses “treatments” like food and sleep deprivation and electric shock to try and train the residents into acting neurotypical. The center has changed states three times in an attempt to bypass regulation against abusive treatment, and their practices have resulted in the deaths of more than one student.
It’s not just an issue of Autism Speaks making it harder for us to get proper diagnoses and treatment. Autism Speaks is actively killing us.
I was eyeing up their strawberries and cream lindor the other day but this is more important than delicious chocolate.
you all need to know this. You really do. Please do not support Lindt or anything that supports autism speaks. Please.
I have a sneaking suspicion Lindt is probably not aware of how terrible a group AS is and donates to it because it on the surface sounds nice, so it seems to me campaigns or petitions to raise awareness and asking them to stop supporting would be awfully helpful in addition to boycotting the gold rabbits (which, if I’m right, is the only thing directly leading to AS donations, right? I don’t think they donate for all of their chocolates).
Yeah, the thing about the usual line of attack on AS is that, while not wrong, it gives the sense that the horrifying eugenics/eliminationist bits are the bulk of what AS does, when in reality they’re mostly just a shitty professional charity in the Komen Foundation style that’s notable for their stunning lack of concern for the actual population they claim to speak for, and the biggest practical problem they cause is that their skill at being “the autism charity” sucks the oxygen out of actual advocacy or philanthropy.
The result tends to be something of a mismatch in practice, because AS is really good at not looking like a bunch of eliminationist eugenicists, not least because they way in which they are is subtle and unlike what most people expect from eugenicists. And so calls to action like the ones above look like ridiculous overreactions to anyone who isn’t already pretty familiar with the issues. Which, of course, makes it easy for companies like Lindt to ignore them and listen to the nice professional-looking men in suits with the PowerPoint presentations that AS sends.
tl;dr boycott strikes me as an ineffective tactic here. (Indeed, the effective tactic here is basically just called ASAN, and if one were to engage in activism against companies that ally with AS the smart move is probably just to say “please support ASAN instead.” AS is deep in the charity-as-business model, and will fear competitors much more than boycott.)
This is the best description of South Park (and their brand of apathetic conservatism) I ever read.
It’s difficult to communicate quite how awful it is, in deep and fundamental ways. Its fractal badness is constantly reinforced by its moral bankruptcy in a weird and pathological way. The experience of watching it six days after The Caves of Androzani 4 must have been one of the most astonishing experiences in television history.
I feel like such a hipster when it comes to the Hamilton musical because I saw it at the Public before it went to Broadway and can’t help the snooty voice in my head that’s like I liked Hamilton before it was cool.
Honestly, when I first heard of Hamilton I thought it was going to be a retread of Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson. Another musical from the Public about an American historical political figure using contemporary musical idioms. But I was actually okay with that because I LOVED Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson.
The thing is, BBAJ is a really great musical and one I love. Hamilton is a masterpiece, and one of the greatest shows I’ve ever seen.
It’s clear that BBAJ came out while Miranda was still working on Hamilton, and one wonders if he thought it was stealing his thunder or would negatively impact the reception of his show. Maybe he knew enough not to worry. There are a lot of differences between the two shows, but the key one is probably the core detached irony and at times sophomoric humor at the heart of BBAJ (Ex: “I’m going to fill you with popula-jism!”) which probably has a lot to do with why it failed when it moved to Broadway. Hamilton, on the other hand, has its heart firmly in the world of human emotions and the plight of its characters. It’s not that it’s more serious, per se, but that it’s willing to be earnest about its characters emotions, while BBAJ has Jackson and his wife sexually cutting each other and talking about Susan Sontag.
And fundamentally earnest emotions are always going to carry your narrative farther and make it more approachable than ironic detachment and intellectual references, as much as we might appreciate those things.
The self-evidently correct way to do a new Star Trek is to set it in the 25th century while stubbornly refusing to answer banal questions like “but in which of the two universes.” And to drop in the AI singularity that is obviously the biggest absence in Star Trek as a conceptual entity. Lampshade it with something completely preposterous like “yeah, after we defeated the Borg we just…” And everyone is a posthuman trans-species cyborg in a post-scarcity economy in space, which is what Star Trek basically was anyway.
(Eagle-eyed readers will note that I’ve just invented the Culture novels.)
Except the Culture novels are emphatic in their rejection of the “Prime Directive”.
So I feel like we’re past getting a Star Trek show with merely a non-white male captain. How about a whole non-white-male cast? Isn’t the Federation supposed to represent the whole planet?
I just poked through my old arguments on this to see if I could reduce the case to a bare minimum that could just be linked to. Here’s what I got, in four parts.
1. The original “Definitive Moffat and Feminism” post, in which I sketch the broadest outline of the feminist reading of Moffat.
2 & 3. My TARDIS Eruditorum posts on A Good Man Goes to War and Let’s Kill Hitler, in which I apply this reading to what is self-evidently the edge case of Moffat’s work; where he grabs some serious and difficult feminist issues with both hands and plows forward.
4. My trollingly named “Steven Moffat is a Feminist and You Are Wrong If You Disagree,” where I tackle the bulk of the common arguments against Moffat’s feminism directly.
To my knowledge no detractor of Moffat’s has ever substantially engaged with these posts or offered anything like a refutation to them. They are, so far as I can tell, still the most definitive take on Moffat’s feminism to exist, one that takes into account essentially all counterarguments and deals with them.
I would be fascinated to read a refutation. Indeed, I wrote much of this in the hopes that the moffat hate crowd would respond, but they did not. But in any case, please, by all means, link this if you ever feel the need to throw down the gauntlet at a “Moffat is a misogynist” argument.
I have no idea; I’ve long since stopped buying Big Finish stuff.
No. Get a damn job.
@your-uncle-dave (tagging because of chronic Tumblr issues with reblogs on my end that cause people not to get notified):
To be clear, I mean this on a very fundamental, philosophical level: why ought one’s basic survival be contingent on one’s performing wage labor? Particularly given that centuries of technological advancement towards automation have dramatically reduced the amount of human labor that we actually need in order to function as a society, and that excessive industrial production is directly responsible for looming ecological catastrophe? What is the value of this “get a damn job” ethos when it simultaneously appears that we cannot actually supply enough jobs for the whole society and that the carbon emissions caused by trying to do so are devastatingly destructive?
Saw someone cosplaying as the 6th Doctor at NYCC. I’m like, who cosplays as 6? It was @brightcoat of course. Well done, sir.
I think both Army of Ghosts/Doomsday and Stolen Earth/Journey’s End are properly great. Smith has it slightly rougher, but then, much as I loved it at the time and still do love it, I’m not 100% sure the Smith era is great outside of S6. And the Capaldi era is yet young, but I’m sure I can convince myself that Magician’s Apprentice/Witch’s Familiar is great if I have to. (As I’ve been fairly adamant, my reservations about it were as two weeks of television in September of 2015, not as ninety minutes of Doctor Who.)
this is a long story but its fucking great
okay so back in 2002 a man named tim buckley decided to start up a webcomic about videogames called ctrl+alt+del. this was its first strip
fucking stunning writing, i know. now it was early days, so you could argue that tim was just getting started, but the level of humor rarely went higher than this. despite proclaiming to be about videogames, the strip tended to focus more upon the idiotic antics of ethan (guy on the right), lucas (guy on the left), lilah, a female character introduced later on and zeke, a xbox robot ethan makes later on in order to be Wacky
the “comedy” usually came from ethan pretty much being so constantly a problem that it’s a wonder any of the characters hung around him at all, let alone extended periods of time. jokes were largely a set up followed by violence as the punchline, which might not be so bad if it wasn’t tim buckley’s go to punchilne when he couldn’t think of anything actually funny (which was a lot of the time). and it continually got worse as ethan continued to constantly be a burden to all his friends, yet they inexplicably couldn’t stop liking him and bowing to his every whim, even lucas, the alleged straight man to ethan’s manchild, and lilah, introduced as a No Nonsense Girl Gamer somehow becoming his boyfriend
in case you haven’t gotten it yet, ethan is very clearly tim buckley’s self insert fantasy.
the thing is, despite the comic being very obviously bad, it was REALLY popular. like it was an absolutely huge thing. teen boys absolutely lapped up the tired jokes and sitcom cliches and thats not even getting into the absolutely DIRE chef brian comics. actually no you know what i will go into them. here
this was about 2 years after the first strip, and you can start to see the art and comedy style that would come to define ctrl+alt+del as tim buckley pretty much officially gave up on putting effort into his comic
this was literally how he put together his comics: drawing hundreds of predrawn graphics and then sticking them into 4 panels
and since ctrl+alt+del was so popular, it REALLY went to tim buckley’s head. he refused (and really still refuses) to take any kind of criticism. he became very egotistical (he sued a fan for making a flash featuring the CAD characters) and there are some reports of him doing pretty shady things over the internet
and then he hit on his greatest idea
instead of sticking with comedy in a 4 panel strip format, he decided to introduce drama. characters growing up, getting married, learning responsibility…while STILL sticking rigidly to the comics newspaper esque 4 panel format.
everyone who knew CAD was awful was already making fun of tim desperately trying to introduce pathos into his verse of xbox robots and manchild antics, but his ego was bigger than it had ever been and he couldn’t be dissuaded, and in 2008 he had the storyline in which ethan and lilah get married, and lilah becomes pregnant
and then, just to ratchet up the drama, tim buckley decided lilah would miscarry.
the internet fucking lost it. a moment intended to carry great drama and meaning instead became the funniest unintentional comedy ever written. thousands upon thousands of edits and parodies were made (a sampling can be found here. some of them are pretty gross tho, being ripped from 4chan, so be careful) and its a moment thats become heavily engrained in internet/videogame culture. its gotten to the point where the most simplistic form of representing this comic (a series of straight lines) can be immediately recognisable as making fun of this strip
i didnt explain this in the greatest way and im sure someone can do it more elegantly since i skipped a few things but really the entire history of ctrl+alt+del is an amazing chronicle of one man’s ego
i looked up who this guy is and it seems like he hasn’t done almost anything of professional substance other than AMERICAN ULTRA, which seems sort of unwatchable. do people have thoughts about him? all i got right now is i hate every single picture of him on his IMDB page.
- "Saul, Again" (Caped)
- "The Spine of Worlds" (Kaleidotrope)
- "Judges' Cave" (Lakeside Circus)
- "Trials of the Dead King" (LORE)
- "Logos Ex Machina" (365 Tomorrows)
- Loghorrhea Edited by John Klima (New Haven Review)
- Little Brother by Cory Doctorow (Literary Kicks)
- Why Robin Sloan is the Future of Publishing (and Science Fiction) (io9)
- Weird Comics (comiXology Blog)