Identity: Chapter Twenty-Nine
Ned wasn't sure he agreed with olympia's postmodern logic, not concerning the lack of a definable good and evil, anyway, but what he was sure about that morning was that for now, he wanted to focus on what made him feel good, and not just in the physical sense
A Halloween Tradition
It was very postmodern. the only thing he needed now was a bag to carry his candy in. that was easy enough. a certain visitor of the night he encountered earlier had left his bed sheet costume behind.
Wheel of Transformation
"the museum of bad art displays exclusively postmodern work." "false!" the ding of approval sounded as zeelo was awarded another $100. "beethoven made his coffee with exactly 60 beans every day." "false!"
Young Man of the House
It was some postmodern tripe, a deconstruction of the _good-fast-cheap_ triangle, and isha couldn't have cared less. he knew he'd be phoning that one in. it turned out the boy's estimate was wrong.
Ashcroft Investigations: The Case of the Stolen Watch
If there's anyone in all the land who could understand this postmodern production it's you!" "i see..." the queen calmed down slightly. "well of course i get it... but it's not very good!" "yes well... it's not over yet!
Professor McCallum
I had him for that class on postmodernism, and he was great. i'm a finance major, y'know, so a lot of the shit we talked about in that class went right over my head, but he was one of those guys who really made the effort to make you understand.
Archmage, Part 1
About 8:00, we decide we're done discussing the specifics of calculus problems and writing critiques of postmodern works, we decide to play some video games. two more hours of left 4 dead (damn, she's good!)
Some Assembly Required
I didn't know i was so postmodern in the sack." after a moment, her gaze softened, and she ran one of her paws down his side, starting at the shoulder and ending at his hip. "you want to get off, hon?" this took a moment to answer. "i -- yes?
Preoccupied
What i don't understand, my postmodern portnoy, is why his servicing you - i'm assuming that you didn't reciprocate - would contribute to so much rage. so much past. that must be one helluva ghost, zachary."
Ladder Racing - Chapter 5
Nobody cares how well their barista or mcdonalds server can monologue between modernism and postmodernism.
I.O.U
He was wearing a wifebeater t-shirt, probably some sort of postmodern fucking hipster irony. khaki cargo shorts, nice and baggy but not so baggy they could hide the presence of a most impressive package.
Ladder Racing, spring 2019 (Chapter 4)
Nobody cares how well their barista or mcdonalds server can monologue between modernism and postmodernism.