I'm just saying.

[rivka]

Boy, am I feeling cranky. Also whiny. It's a good thing no one's home to have to put up with me.

See, Spider Robinson, this is why I don't think that telepathy would be the greatest thing since sliced bread. It's not that I have a dark, secret core of shame in my inmost soul, a deep painful conviction that I could never be loved if people knew what I was really like. It's that I know perfectly well that no one - no matter how loving, accepting, and evolved - would want to hear "Awwwwww, my stomach hurts" Every. Freaking. Five. Minutes. Until the antibiotic kicks in sometime tomorrow. And reasonably so.

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[cattitude.livejournal.com]

From an unwritten Spider Robinson novel:

Protagonist: You've got no idea how horrible I'm feeling.
Telepathic soon-to-be sidekick: Yes I do; I'm a telepath.
P: You are? Great! I'm feeling shitty; let's overthrow the government.
TS-T-BS: OK.

150 pages later:

P: Well, that was fun.
TS-T-BS: And we only killed demonstrably evil people. Go us! Let's get stoned and fuck.

The fuzz: We'd like a word with you.

100 more pages later:

The new fuzz: OK, we're convinced. Go and be president.

Happy ending, general rejoicing, tra la la, loud cheers.

[porcinea.livejournal.com]

C>N|K!!!

[kalmn.livejournal.com]

unwritten? you sure? (i swear i've read that one. two or three times, even.)

[supergee.livejournal.com]

Great, but shouldn't it be "let's do bad puns, get stoned, and fuck"?

[roadnotes.livejournal.com]

Yes. Bad puns, smoking dope, and fucking -- the way all happy endings run in the Robinson Universe.

*grrrr*

[popefelix.livejournal.com]

And a fine sort of ending that is. :)