Weaving heedlessly through traffic, Pizzashill cursed the incompetent rightoids that polluted the streets of Eastern Oregon with their late-model F-150s and ridiculous, oversized SUVs. "The fools!" he thought, "do they have any idea how shitty their gas millage is in a vehicle like that?"

Cutting off another Ford Explorer, he inwardly congratulated himself again on his shrewd acquisition of such an economical vehicle: His off-white 2002 Honda Civic had only 220,000 miles and moderate rust damage; the entire purchase price had been less than the monthly payment would be on the Range Rover he'd just swerved in front of. "Psh," he thought to himself, "as though rightards could comprehend a concept as sophisticated as interest rates. Why, at 4.95% APR on a $100,000 SUV, that means every month they'd be pissing away almost..." here he performed some quick mental arithmetic "...a fuckload of money," he concluded, reflecting warmly once again on his prudence.

bzzz

The mobile phone on his dashboard – a refurbished Samsung Galaxy S6 with a Boost Mobile SIM card – vibrated to indicate a new message. No time to check it, he was almost there. Accelerating into the final turn, he yanked the wheel hard to the left, ignoring the angry horns of the other drivers. Centrifugal forces – "Imaginary, just like sexism," @pizzashill reminded himself – tossed his phone across the dashboard and hard into the window with a loud thonk.

bzzz

The phone buzzed again as it dropped into the passenger footwell.

Slowing as he approached the enormous warehouse looming in front of him, an ominous, windowless concrete structure, Pizzashill ignored the arrhythmic rattling from his car's exhaust system and casually brandished his blue staff ID badge (that's right, blue for management) at the RFID scanner to his left. With a cheerful beep and a green light, the scanner registered his arrival and the automated barrier lifted to allow him to pass. As always at this moment, Pizzashill felt a momentary flash of triumph, "The King is back, baby" he mused silently.

bzzz

Yet another notification sounded from the damp mat on the floor of the passenger footwell. He was progressing deliberately through the ranks of stationary vehicles, judging their owners for their fiscal profligacy while cursing them for their fortuitous parking. "If only they'd give managers a designated lot," he thought to himself, not for the first time, "It's outrageous that I have to compete for spaces with these wagies who answer to me."

bzzz

Again! What could possibly be so important? "I swear to god, if I have to to explain to Poj one more time how to reset the robot vacuum, I'll have a half a mind to – no, no, not that. Remember, she's only a woman. She's doing the best she can with her limited capacities," he reminded himself, gently steering his thoughts away from domestic violence. Finally, he found a spot between two large pickup trucks and brought the Honda to a halt.

Switching off the ignition, he fumbled for moment in the footwell to recover his phone and glanced at the screen. Three text messages and a voice memo, all from @Poj.

"hey a bunch of strange men in black SUVs are on our street" @7:53 am

"oh my god, I think they have guns." @7:54 am

"Pizza, it's the actual glowies, they say they have a warrant" @7:57 am.

His heart sank in his chest. "Shit," he thought, "I always knew this day might come." Steeling himself, he pressed play on the voice memo. Poj's panic-stricken voice filled the car's beige, lightly stained interior:

"Oh my god! oh my god! I hope you get this message. The FBI are here, they're everywhere! There's so many guys, they're searching everything! They've taken the ham stocks. They took the Pokémon cards. I tried to get them to keep the door shut so Pudding didn't escape and they said, 'Ma'am, you're lucky we don't confiscate that tubby cat as evidence, too.' What's going on, Pizza? I'm so scared right now! What should I do?"

"Shit (again)," he thought a second time. So this really was it. After everything he'd worked for, everything he'd built, this was how his empire would come crumbling down?

No. Not like this. Not a chance, he wasn't going down that easy. Not Pizzashill.

"Don't say anything," he texted back, "Tell them you want a lawyer. Remember, glowies are just IRL jannies. Remember what we talked about that one night? I love you, babe."

Like a gladiator preparing to enter the arena, knowing full well he had almost no chance of coming out alive, he suited up: steel toed boots for the warehouse floor, neon high-vis vest, blue ID badge clipped to his lanyard. He jiggled the sticky door handle of the Honda three times to get it to open, and stepped out into the crisp spring air.

He strode toward the entrance of the building with purpose. Pizzashill knew he had only one card left to play, but damned if those dumb feds hadn't just activated his trap card.

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— Roman 🦅 (@goodhorsemen) May 3, 2024

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I always see people on plebbit shilling their books on different writing subs for their stuff on personal sites / amazon / royal road. Even on non writing subs and people eat it up.

idk I'd feel cringe and weird shilling that but is that just me? Is it normal to accept it and do it as well? Is it autism??? (yes)

>Hates journoids (assuming he agrees with the man in the golden breastplate, Denadhach)

>Hates bongs (see: literally anywhere)

>Talked a lot of shit in his 73 years, but was patently too much of a kitty to ever do anything but make rhymy words, and everyone knew it

>Kissless incel for most of his life because he suffered crippling oneitis (Maud Gonne was more into patriotic chads who needlessly killed themselves for paltry Ireland)

>Schizophrenic mystic: 95% of his poems blather esoteric nonsense about perning gyres and fairies and incarnate spirits. Remaining 5% is historical cuck fiction (honestly, if a poem makes sense, then it's probably about whores having s*x while he sits in the cuck box)

>Lifelong coomer who was only spurred on to continue writing or living so as to look at young girls

Too mystic for the IRA-types he postured as, too learnèd for the bumkins he would imitate, too effete to score, he was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature because someone from Ireland needed to win it, and his Prius was laden with the most pro-Ireland bumper stickers.

Lacking the lyricism or earthiness of Robert Burns, the erudition or cats of Eliot, the humor or bussy of Wilde, or even actual voice or coherence of Lady Gregory, Yeats makes up for this all by just sorta being a weird loser geek talking gibberish nobody cares about.

Truly, he is a man for all seasons. He is literally me.

Saddened that @neoconshill didn't make a post about this. !bookworms if this were a fair world, we would read City of Glass in the book club in rememberance for him but

I was writing dialogue for a very histrionic femcel adjacent character when it occurred to me that maybe I was misrepresenting what a character like that would sound like, because at the end of the day, it's moid hands typing what they think a foid like that would say. If only there was a way to clock gender just by text.

Then I remembered

https://app.readable.com/text/gender/

Would it be stupid to paste my dialogue and see if the website thinks a woman typed it?

So according to the website, whatever I vomited can pass as dialogue an actual woman might type.

Thanks to the peeps who share the results of that site analyzing content from /r/actuallesbians and stuff for giving me the idea. But I'm not sure if this is a good writing process. Would you use this to see if the foid you're writing actually sounds like a foid?

Don't ask what has lead me to this point but it's been many years since I read it last I used to reread it due to updates, to refresh my memory of the plot.

I wrote like 10 cringe paragraphs of why I connect so deeply with HPMOR but realized no one is reading all that, and if you did, I probably wouldn't want you to anyway

I wasn't allowed to read Harry Potter at 14 (or any other age) so I read HPMOR instead, I sneaked it onto my ereader lol

I was an obnoxious hyperlexic nerd child. I haven't read Harry Potter to this day. I tried (when I first went to college), but it just wasn't the same. It felt like a weird fanfiction

The first part was really funny, but I'm finding HPMOR much more depressing than the first time I read it. Is it because too many of the characters are too flat, manipulative, and mean? or because I know how things end up?

So anyway, I need recommendations on something else to read

but no smug "I hecking love Science" stuff because it's usually not good

Completely the opposite of what descartes meant

For me it was this one

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https://rdrama.net/post/191311

Thanks everyone for your patience! I have sacrificed my place amongst my fellow entrants to judge and along with assistance fellow volunteer judges @HeyMoon and @Ninjjer, we have finally finished what the fish could not and we're pleased to announce the winners of the rDrama Fanfiction Contest!

Winners:

1st place $15000mb - @Pibbles - Bardy's House of Horrors

2nd place $10000mb - @JoyceCarolOates - Garry's Anatomy

3rd place $5000mb - @SexyFartMan69 - C.A.R.P.

Honorable mentions $2000mb:

+ Funniest - @911roofer - 911ROOFER'S SUBMISSION

+ Most Erotic - @StarSix - A night with Marsey

+ Most Violent - @sealkey_kong - The Black Swan of Garland

+ Best Writing - @Lappland - Lappland's Submission

+ Best Unfinished - @Bruhfunny_Thrall - The Tyranny of King Antichud

+ Best Audio Version - @DWHITE___________DYNAMITE - Dwhite Dynamite's Submission

Thank you to everyone who participated! It was a pain in the butt to track down all the entries outside of the main thread so if I somehow missed yours and you failed to get a badge, DM me!

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To discuss your weekly readings of books, textbooks and papers.

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I ordered Yukio Mishima's “the sailor who fell from grace with the sea”, it arrived today

So I bought a couple of books for my birthday, which is upcoming and I'm wondering if anyone is currently reading anything of interest? I am currently reading "The Bohemian Grove fact and fiction" by Mark Dice Books I'll read after this (5 titles): "Blackshirts and reds" by Michael Parenti (second book I bought for my b-day) "Women's car DIY" by Caroline Lake "When the Irish Invaded Canada" by Christopher Klein "A Cruel and Shocking Act the secret history of the Kennedy Assassination" by Phillip Shenon "Auto repair for dummies" by Deanna Sclar

I'm almost finished with "Blackshirts and reds", and I have finished "The Bohemian Grove fact and fiction" a few weeks back. I think those were good birthday gifts I bought for myself.

good vibeo

Horror is probably my favorite genre of literature. I'd say more than half of the books I read and have read are horror. After seeing a few reviews and recommendations on the House of Leaves I was very intrigued.

House of Leaves is a very challenging read. The story follows the main character Johnny Truant who finds an incomplete manuscript written by a recently deceased man named Zampano. The manuscript is a documentary of a photojourn*list by the name of Will Navidson and his wife Karen who have purchased a house which they soon find is larger on the inside than the outside.

House of Leaves has footnotes. It has footnotes of footnotes and appendixes of footnotes and footnotes with appendixes. It has footnotes from both Zampano and Johnny Truant.

Its writing style is difficult to follow, often makes you turn the book upside down or on its side, and is overall kind of fricking boring. Don't get me wrong, it's a cool book. The concept is incredible and such a unique experience. Unfortunately, so often throughout this book, I found myself wishing it would stay on track and continue the main story of the Navidson Record (the storyline I found most interesting)

More than half of this book is about Johnny Truant slowly losing his mind as he compiles Zampanos manuscript, Truant's heavy drug abuse and s*x addiction, and chapters long mind numbingly boring descriptions of the meaning and origin of words by Zampano.

With that said, would I recommend a new reader altogether skip Johnny Truants storyline? I can't say that I would. It does round out the novel and serve a deeper meaning. Understanding Truants state of mind while he is compiling House of Leaves is essential to understanding the house in itself.

Overall I'd give the book an 8/10. I finished in a week and even with its boring parts I could not put it down. I would recommend anyone who enjoys literature read this book. This book is more of an experience than a story. Its ability to drag you in and immerse you is truly unmatched.

!bookworms Also bought some books on ebay to fill gaps that werent there

The fricking ketamine must be working bc I'm reading for pleasure again

It's basically about this one cave which is the fricking origin of Ebola and Marburg (basically b-word butt Ebola).

It talks about trying to find the fricking source of the fricking diseases, what they do to the fricking body, the fricking terrifying spread and trying to figure out what the fricking heck was fricking going on in Africa basically.

I read half the fricking book yesterday and will probably finish it today. It's an easy read/brain candy. Highly recommend if you want to get absorbed into a fricking book since Netflix is fricking shit these days.

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