Somewhere in my book boxes, I have a copy of Principia Discordia. I haven't looked at it in 30 years. I dunno any more if it has icky associations. Durned if I would not enjoy swearing into office with the promise of chucking a golden apple distraction past shallow egos so work can get done.

"Yammerhead Shark"?

Delightful! Thank you kindly. I'm off to buy myself a copy.

I appreciate that you're willing to try!

On a scale of 1 to 10, 1 being _A Wizard's Guide to Defensive Baking_ and 10 being "Alex Easton is probably going to be in this book", how would you rate the body horror in this book?

(I was okay with _Hemlock & Silver_ and _Nettle & Bone_.)

Do you feel up to answering a general-purpose question about this book? I won't ask specific spoilers.

Thank you, either way!

Here's the good news: though the workers 'making' these AI locs can't do much to stop them, WE, THE CONSUMERS, CAN.

Email them. Cancel your subscription. Call them and complain.
Be a Karen. Tell them they have lost your dollar.

Workers secretly want this. They want consumers to riot.

Hear hear, cousin!

House full of people who genuinely like me, genuinely like that I'm writing, aaaaaand can't run certain operating scripts of their own brains without engaging me on it.

It turns out that we're better at being partners if we operate on semi-overlapped shifts.

I ought to have hashtagged this somehow. Hmm.

#militaryscifi

#indieauthor

#booksky

#anti-ai

wow I am not good at this

Who among us, if Eartha Kitt extended an invitation, would NOT try to figure out a means to oblige?