A fine morning to all you stalkerchildren. This is a drive-by.
A few days ago, I was browsing around on Goodreads in search of some light sci-fi to fill up the evening. A novel called "Gate Crashers" by a Mr. Patrick S. Tomlinson came up. I thought, "That name seems familiar," put it out of my mind and proceeded to read the book. Or rather, attempt to. The first warning bell came in the form of two "engineering drawings" of spaceships, which looked like something I used to draw at age 11-12. Also, I'm no chemist, but even I remember from school that the Helium-3 isotope would be notated as "³He," and not as "He3," as Mr. Tomlinson did in his engineering, er, doodle. "Nevermind," I told myself, "This guy must not have had the money to hire a proper artist to put his ideas into images or to hire a science advisor to check his work."
The first chapter was fine. The premise was intriguing enough, even if the dialogue surrounding it was rather stilted and the jokes/quips/puns fell flat way more often than they didn't. In particular, describing cryogenically frozen astronauts as "peoplecicles" provided quite an amount of cringe.
The second chapter was worse. This is the third sentence of it, describing the principle by which the so-called "Quantum Entanglement Radio" (QER) operated: "The QER operated through the principle of quantum entanglement."
If you're a person of ordinary intelligence, you would read it as "The Quantum Entanglement Radio operated through the principle of quantum entanglement." This was the moment upon which I realised that Mr. Patrick S. Tomlinson was not, in fact, a person of ordinary intelligence, and decided to stop reading immediately, lest I become one as well.
And then I finally remembered this thread. Sure, I saw it get featured a few times, but I never dug any deeper than that. This time, however, the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad prose of Mr. Patrick F. Tomlinson led me to check what's what. Presently, I am listening to Part 5 of the "HuffPost interview" series and by the infant baby child Jesus H. Christ, this is the funniest shit I've heard all year.