The Art of Darkness

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April 13th, 2010 by Cobwebs

Just a tip, but apparently they are really serious about this whole “voodoo has to be done on a DOLL” thing.
debihope

I had planned to teach my robot right and wrong, but so far I’m pretty impressed with its choice of victims.
badbanana

I hope my wife realizes one day I will come home with magic beans.
sween

“You’re never alone.”: A phrase that’s maybe cute to find in a love note, but horrifying to find smeared on a fogged up bathroom mirror.
tehawesome

You can tell a lot about a person during the opening of Queen’s “Under Pressure” depending on how bummed they are it’s not “Ice Ice Baby”.
kellydeal

We are the people of the book. We love our books. We fill our houses with books. We treasure books we inherit from our parents, and we cherish the idea of passing those books on to our children. Indeed, how many of us started reading with a beloved book that belonged to one of our parents? We force worthy books on our friends, and we insist that they read them. We even feel a weird kinship for the people we see on buses or airplanes reading our books, the books that we claim. If anyone tries to take away our books–some oppressive government, some censor gone off the rails–we would defend them with everything that we have. We know our tribespeople when we visit their homes because every wall is lined with books. There are teetering piles of books beside the bed and on the floor; there are masses of swollen paperbacks in the bathroom. Our books are us. They are our outboard memory banks and they contain the moral, intellectual, and imaginative influences that make us the people we are today.
— Cory Doctorow, in a speech about DRM (This isn’t funny; I just really liked it)

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