niktemadur

I know a Reverend Kolunda reference when I see one.
It's Insane, This Guy's Taint:

"Be kind, rewind... re-wind? Who fights the wind?"
"The Windbreaker!"
"Precisely! Let's go!"

Same remoteness that drew so many peculiar types there, out of necessity to do the things that they wanted to do.

HEAR HEAR!

You know just how far away from The Law that place was when the mob got its' claws on it? That's also the land where polygamy remained a standard practice until relatively recently.

there's /r/StarWars and /r/SaltierThanCrait over on Reddit

Those two spaces had differing stances.
There also the case of InterestingAsFuck as opposed to DamnThatsInteresting, because why the fuck does "Fuck" have to be in the title?

But then there's shameless karma-farming duplicates, like ComedyCemetery and ComedyNecromancy.

Damage is minimal, comrade. Jetski destroyed. Bridge will remain closed for the next eight months due to... scheduled maintenance.

Bullseye! I was not expecting such an explosion, nor defensive fire before the explosion. So it must have been a drone that they noticed too late.

In such an environment, what sort of mindless orc squatter still wants to remain in Crimea? They are not wanted there, they are connected to their ~~waterless toilet~~ homeland via a shoddy and vulnerable bridge, the disruption and inconveniences of daily life are constant, their midget mobster in the kremlin has proven to be fallible and crumbling in a Potemkin land where image is everything.

If memory serves, this is in Lake Titicaca?

Perelandra!
I read Out Of The Silent Planet and Perelandra as a boy, enjoyed them.

But I couldn't make it through That Hideous Strength, I put it down baffled and bored one day, and never picked it up again. Now I'm thinking I was too young for it, particularly growing up so far away from the novel's setting in England.

The first two novels take place in Mars and Venus, so there's a sense of adventure. But in That Hideous Strength, the mannerisms and situations and dialogue styles are akin to something like Brideshead Revisited in Oxford and/or Cambridge.

While a British boy might get the whole thing intuitively, I grew up in Mexico, so had no mental compass of that world at that age. It was all as confusing to me then as God Emperor Of Dune was later.

They could integrate something like this in a parkour and/or obstacle course, with one of those wave-making pools.

Twitter was a great space for breaking news, official alerts like weather, earthquakes and tsunamis, for developing election day tallies.
The "you mean Grimes left the king of SpaceX?" manchild broke all that.

I Can't Believe It's Not Twitter! imitation social network spread.