For years I've been told to check out the Jason Aaron run of Marvel's Thor comic. "A sweeping epic that's metal as shit" a friend said. I would look at the volumes in comic stores, 3-inch thick tomes covering eight years of comics and think "I cannot afford this in time or money." But now that I have Marvel Now, I burned through all those issues and I can confirm it is epic and glorious and at times metal as shit.

Lotta bullshit going around about AI. Are kids learning to express themselves through writing? Is it helping adult performance at the workplace? Is it worth drinking up the Great Lakes and murdering polar bears to make sure people online can create images of Brad Pitt naked riding a unicorn with Ginger Spice's arms wrapped around his midsection or better they are a conjoined twin centaur bound for eternity in the Forest of Joy after making a beautiful wish at the Butterfly Fountain?

One of my favorite authors is Terry Pratchett. That being said, I have not read all his books. I set about to rectify that a few years ago by reading the whole of the Discworld in publication order. As you can see, it's been slow going. Here we are, though, with the thirteenth book in the series, and I vow to finish them all before they finish me. My gods did I enjoy reading this story about religion and a solid case against its organization while allowing for individual faith.