Need to let loose a primal scream without collecting footnotes first? Have a sneer percolating in your system but not enough time/energy to make a whole post about it? Go forth and be mid: Welcome to the Stubsack, your first port of call for learning fresh Awful youāll near-instantly regret.
Any awful.systems sub may be subsneered in this subthread, techtakes or no.
If your sneer seems higher quality than you thought, feel free to cutānāpaste it into its own post ā thereās no quota for posting and the bar really isnāt that high.
The post Xitter web has spawned soo many āesotericā right wing freaks, but thereās no appropriate sneer-space for them. Iām talking redscare-ish, reality challenged āculture criticsā who write about everything but understand nothing. Iām talking about reply-guys who make the same 6 tweets about the same 3 subjects. Theyāre inescapable at this point, yet I donāt see them mocked (as much as they should be)
Like, there was one dude a while back who insisted that women couldnāt be surgeons because they didnāt believe in the moon or in stars? I think each and every one of these guys is uniquely fucked up and if I canāt escape them, I would love to sneer at them.
(Credit and/or blame to David Gerard for starting this.)


On a semi-related note, I recently got around to reading Kim Stanley Robinsonās The Ministry for the Future (loved the Mars trilogy and thought I should get to his latest), and this chapter had me wanting to give up sci fi as well, so I will subject you all to it:
Well thatās going immediately onto the āthings that looked promising but what the fuck, so actually donāt read everā list.
Itās one of the most unevenly written works Iāve ever read. The opening chapter is absolutely harrowing,and many of the subplots are pretty interesting. Itās not like KSR is a cryptobro, he offers plenty of critique of bitcoin and other cryptocurrencies in the novel, he just adopts āblockchainā as a handwave-y fix for financial transparency. Itās also at least interesting to see attempts at optimistic climate fiction, but I think the novel could do with a couple hundred fewer pages.
His attempts at Steinbeck sprinkled throughout, of which that chapter is the worst, are universally terrible, though.
I am Jackās bone-weary sigh.