those anarcho-nerds are mysterious

I recently read Ursula Le Guin's The Dispossessed, and now I am disappointed in all other things because it is becoming clear to me that over the last two or three years I've developed an affliction with regards to fiction that is gradually rendering me a gibbering mass of contrariness.

I believe Homer Simpson best summed my issue up with his timeless epigram, "Beer: the cause of, and solution to, all life's problems." Only in my case we will swap out beer (which causes me no problems other than in its sad dearth) for "rich people."

( here I go, talking about everything again )

ironic icon choice is ironic (oh eleven, ilu but don't think i wouldn't put you in the pandorica myself, i mean really)