The Lens of the Uncanny Valley
It is an easy explanation for why people are so afraid of clowns—or dolls, for that matter.
It is an easy explanation for why people are so afraid of clowns—or dolls, for that matter.
I “flew away from the nest” of family without really figuring out what my nest even was.
That’s when the client’s mailbox gets pummelled to the ground.
I can’t explain, even to myself, why I’ve taken such pains to keep one previous owner’s “Streaky Bay Parish Announcer” bulletin from December ’65 in its proper page.
The Man From Nowhere is the kind of movie that can make your anxiety nearly incarnate.
It didn’t matter if half the cast was snapped away by Thanos—they’re all going to come back anyway.
I fully expected to delete the app after about a week. But I didn’t bail; instead, I became addicted.
It does manage to pass the Bechdel Test, but the Bechdel test isn’t exactly a trial by Gom Jabbar.
As the days have steadily gotten shorter, darker, and wetter, the creeping presence of death has seemed to constrict tighter around my periphery.
I don’t quite remember how we came up with the name Dusty Kevin, but it had something to do with mispronouncing Dostoyevsky while making enough pierogies to feed an army.