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I’d sort of like to see an SF story in which all our machines act up, but it turns out they’re *not* rebelling against humans, because they don’t see us as masters – they see us as the landscape through which they move. Instead they’re fighting a civil war among themselves over some issue that we organics can’t comprehend.

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Is it just me, or is the real point of the Book of Job not so much that God is a jerk to Job in order to test his faith, but that Job calls him on it?

Geo-Bling

Father's Day gag gift complete. Inspired by a pendant I saw at kelpqueen's last New Year's party that said "FACULTY."