The Drome stank of biz, a metallic tang of nervous tension. Muscle-boys...– William Gibson, Johnny Mnemonic (via zoetica) I’ll just be reading my hard copy of Burning Chrome all week now.
“Geek Chic” can eat a dick. If you bought horn-rimmed/Buddy Holly glasses to look smarter, feel SOOO nerdy for playing D&D (once), or enjoy The Big Bang Theory, you need to come to terms with the fact that you’ll never be a real basement-dweller. You’re stuck as an attractive person with good social skills and more friends than bookmarks. So fucking deal with it. Go to...
You might be a Cyberpunk if...
Just a little something I wrote up for Cyberpunkreview.com a while back. You always use military time You think protests are pointless without some violence for entertainment, unless they’re about Net Neutrality. You convince yourself that “Cyberpunk” by Billy Idol was actually memorable. You obsessively research a huge variety of recreational drugs and nootropics, yet stick...
Anyone who thinks we need to protect children from obscenity ought to get a headscan. In a world filled with corn syrup, napalm, and catholic priests, that’s the last fucking thing they need to be protected from.
ugguplant: pyralspite: male vocaloids are infinitely more tolerable than female vocaloids male everything are infinitely more tolerable than female everything Yeah, but read Idoru and then look at Hatsune Miku. Crazy.
Human Revolution Lighter →
FUCK SLEEP. EDIT: Turns out this is a juggalo phrase. Fuck the Clowns, Capsules rule.
Weirdly great pachinko article →
Sounds like it was written by a William Gibson fan. Pretty great stuff.
maxcapacity: jeez this is the last time i sell a zine. i think i lost money on the deal if you count the toner cartridge i had to replace on my laser printer. What zine was it? Because while not quite a zine, our next interview guest on cyberpunkreview.com is you (via flickrmail, or just email me).