RedNeedle

ND is the new introverted.

Only introverts think deeply, get anxious, or enjoy academic pursuits. Do you have a counterexample? Oh, well that person just doesn't know they're an introvert, so the pattern still holds!

Same with ND/NT. Nobody is neurotypical according to this definition because everyone has something they struggle with or are quirky about.

I've tried to participate in a few communities only to eventually realize I'm posting in a dead/defederated copy.

I'm trying hard to make this work, but it feels like there's really not much here outside of the standard "DAE fuck spez???" stuff.

Fair enough! It's a classic.

Also you can feed strawberry tops and leaves to dogs, if you have any, in moderation. They lose their minds over them!

Did this get reposted somewhere notable recently? This is the third time today I've seen someone reference this ten year old post

For what it's worth, several Catholics I know have also had to read the book with notes open on the side. Monastic culture and tradition isn't exactly common knowledge anymore, though I'm not sure if they would have been in the 50s, or if Miller just trusts that his reader is smart enough to catch on.

If you like Canticle, consider looking into the works of Gene Wolfe. He also writes very re-readable sci-fi that expects much of the reader, and delivers much in turn.

If Randall had a monthly newsletter consisting of maximally confusing (but technically accurate) headlines, I'd subscribe in a heartbeat

The Fifth Head of Cerberus has been fascinating so far, about two-thirds of the way through. Hopefully there's a light at the end of the tunnel, but it certainly lives up to the author's reputation.

Haven't thought about or played Dangerous Dave in over 20 years, but recognized him on sight. The DOS era was nuts

Deeper Roots is great, and has great coffee! I honestly tend to forget about it because it's usually so busy that I can't get a good seat, which is obviously good for them.

The Redwall series, by Patrick O'Brien.

"I hate stoats," Abbot Fluffybuns said with a laugh, "just as I hate all those damned vermin insistent on keeping me up at night before the winter feast."

"Ah, yes, quite," said Crawlyrat the Stoat, certain that the abbot had not seen any possible way in which his remarks could be considered offensive.

I am into baseball, and even I'd be disappointed if I got linked to the Orioles.