Unless I write “and then his Galaxy 4’s battery died” no one can ever get lost, forget an important fact, meet a partner outside of a dating site, or do anything that doesn’t eventually have them picking up a phone. So I’m stuck writing about an era where Ethan Hawke was considered the pinnacle of manliness.
Robert Lanham on not being able to write fiction set after 2002, Your Phone Is Ruining You For Us - The Awl (via housingworksbookstore)
This is such an interesting and terrifying point.
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LMFAO Seriously? I can’t even get my thoughts together to express how many things are wrong with this.
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Perhaps they don’t have service, or at least not enough to get the maps app to load properly. Perhaps they don’t even have a smartphone, because not everybody does, you classist fuck. Perhaps they’re just shit at reading maps, so they keep thinking they’re going the right way according to the map they pulled up, only to realize, no, that wasn’t it either. Perhaps they’re alone in their car and so they can only take quick glances at their phone so it’s really fucking hard to read their directions and they get lost anyway because they missed a step or didn’t realize that was their exit until they were past it.
Perhaps they don’t keep lists of shit to do on their phone. Perhaps they don’t have a hyper-developed “let me ask the internet!” reflex when confronted with the unknown. Perhaps they forgot to set a reminder for some important thing. Perhaps they were so sure they’d remember they didn’t bother to make a note of it. Perhaps, again, they don’t have signal. Perhaps they’re just shit at looking things up on the internet and give up in frustration after a moment or two.
Perhaps they don’t even do dating sites. Perhaps they just take their fucking phone with them while they’re out and about and meet people in other places, while carrying the phone, but not actively being on it. (Honestly, wtf was dating sites even doing on a list like this? Like they’re an intrinsic part of the smartphone user experience?)
Basically, perhaps you could engage your fucking imagination like a halfway decent writer and figure out how to work modernity into your plots, or at least shut the fuck up whining about how incompetent and ignorant you are, you fucking hack.
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bolding mine because it’s embarrassing how lazy old male novelists are. young people are making plenty of modern fiction—there’s no excuse. also, is “they got lost” seriously your only plot point?
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i have to reblog again though because i violated the Rule and looked in the comments and found the perfect rebuttal
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What’s a “Galaxy 4”?
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#old white man yells at cloud about his shitty writing skills
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If I wasn’t on my tablet I’d repost the gif from the comment section of one of the correspondents from the Daily Show fake crying while making a jerking off gesture. Older people complaining about technology is my favorite thing to make fun of in my old person voice. Just stop. The world has changed, and so you must change with it, much as us young ones will in a few years. (via lornrocks)Or they where travelling. I went for ages without phone reception when I was travelling. Or they have old phones. Or they are working. Or they lost their phone (my brother is loosing his all the time). Or they like writing notes. It’s not a crime to say people write notes in note pads or use maps, people still do. And don’t be apologetic about it when you write it. I’m not like ‘what are you doing with that paper?! Writing things down?! What is this the dark ages?!’
This is what separates the doers from the quitters. When you’ve slogged your heart out, and your sick or beaten down or you’ve made mistakes and you fail. But the next morning when you wake up in bed and look at the ceiling you form your mouth into a hard line, you throw the covers back and say I’m not fucking through. This is what I want and I will have it. I may not be as smart as other people or well spoken or cool but god damnit I will make it because I have that stubborn headed persistence that gets people through these things. I want it enough.
OK, well… after Carlos said he’s going to make a home with Cecil, I cannot stop myself drawing this pic with so much feeling of them moving into a new apartment…
everyone needs a waving snail on their blog
i feel that if I scroll past this and don’t reblog it the snail is going to look to the ground and cry
that comment
im sold
gotta do it now
TRANSPARENT
Shelby!
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Part 6 Lacho draw from my talented friend Artmerica, with the consent of the artist ofc. https://twitter.com/artmetica?t=INEB5j05YVkUBhILMLSHwQ&s=09
