We Are Legion (We Are Bob) (Bobiverse, #1)

by Dennis E. Taylor

“You’re really going to freeze your head?” We all turned to face Karen. “Here we go,” Alan muttered.

Not loving that the only women mentioned so far are our protagonist’s mother, our protagonist’s evil ex girlfriend, and an employee whose only role appears to be the annoying naysayer.

but it was considerably better than my current defensive armament, which consisted of harsh words and heavy disapproval. Probably not effective against Klingons.

there had best be a plot explanation for why he’s talking like this. shitty writing either way.

“Wake up, buddy. You okay?” “Auntie Em! Auntie Em!” Homer’s VR came online, smiling. “I guess we got’em.” I snorted with relief. “And their little dog, too.” Homer steepled his fingers in a properly evil mastermindish pose. “All their base are belong to us.” We laughed together, maybe the first time since Homer had been born that we’d been in sync like that.

This is the millennial male nerd equivalent of Colleen Hoover’s “We both laughed at our son’s big balls.”

It blew me away that almost two hundred years after Shatner first famously didn’t actually say, “Beam me up, Scotty,” people still knew Star Trek. Now that’s a franchise.

please man please just write fanfic

Project planning isn’t about avoiding changes, it’s about controlling them. No project plan ever survives contact with the enemy.”

“How does the old joke go? I like people in the abstract but not in the concrete?”

help us along the path.” I rubbed my forehead. People’s capacity for turning dogmatic stupidity into political movements never ceased to amaze me.

We took a minute to enjoy the joke—belly laughs are one of the best things about being sentient, and you should never miss a chance for one.