I just saw someone go bi, and watch episodes of House for 12 years

[Buster Crabbe's Uncle]

And it was boring.






Turns out it's never lupus.

[100% Wolf]

Except for the episode where it actually was lupus?

[Buster Crabbe's Uncle]

Right.

It wasn't the show that was boring; it was watching the switch-hitter watch. He fancies House.

[molly bloom]

Turns out it's never lupus.

Thomas Disch wrote '334'

f Charles Dickens has written speculative fiction, he might have created a novel as intricate, passionate, and lacerating as Thomas M. Disch's visionary portrait of the underbelly of 21st-century New York City. The residents of the public housing project at 334 East 11th Street live in a world of rationed babied and sanctioned drug addiction. Real food is displayed in museums and hospital attendants moonlight as body-snatchers.
Nimbly hopscotching backward and forward in time, Disch charts the shifting relationships between this world's inheritors: an aging matriarch who falls in love with her young social worker; a widow seeking comfort from the spirit of her dead husband; a privileged preteen choreographing the perfectly gratuitous murder. Poisonously funny, piercingly authentic, 334 is a masterpiece of social realism disguised as science fiction.

http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/351985.334

first as short stories, then gathered together as a linked whole. It even predicted an epidemic auto-immune disease- except this time it wasn't infectious, it was S.L.E.- systemic lupus erythematosus.

Clever man, Disch. And a damned good writer too.