Quite recently on the forum, there was an excellent thread about the life and work of Ludwig Wittgenstein. Although the man himself was fascinating, this article was simply inspired by his questioning of language and logic. If you wish to read more about the man himself and the subsequent discussion, check out the thread here. How do we know what we can't know? Let's think it through, step by step. Physical Existence We can describe everything that physically exists with language. For instance, I can describe the shirt I am currently wearing. It is a grey, crew neck, long sleeved shirt made out Read More

The new generation is going downhill and dragging the whole world with it, exemplified by nonsensical actions such as “No Pants Day.” This article will firstly discuss the No Pants Day “occurrence” (for lack of a better word) and then discuss wider issues with society caused by certain features of millennials and then offer a simple first step in combating the spread of destructive silliness. Background This event consists of people wearing no pants when they go out in big cities or taking the subway without said pants in an attempt to, well, obtain attention and shock people; a quick definition can Read More

Chapter One: A Dozen Felines Eric's alarm wailed away the morning of his fifteenth birthday, waking him up bright and early at 5am. “New notifications,” he croaked before lifting his head off of his pillow. “No new notifications Mr. Peterson,” answered a disembodied female voice. “Crap.” “Crap: Something of extremely poor quality. Also used as slang to describe…” “Cancel,” said an aggravated Eric as he pulled himself out of bed. He was disappointed that Claire Bonner hadn't chosen him yet. Still, he was hopeful. She had allowed him to talk to her for the first time yesterday, which was very promising. After all, it had been Read More

I'll keep this short and sweet, do the beliefs of feminism freak you out? Have you ever imagined a world where women rule over men? I did. And, I expressed my fears in the only way I knew how—by writing them in a short story. The Antimans By Dom Fonce Ted Bobmartemi walks through the busy capital streets of Womania. He's late. He's in such a hurry that his sundress snags on a parking meter. His fingers twist his long black beard hair and all the blood from his veins rush to the cheeks on his face. “Oh, silly me.” he says. The desire Read More