I could even, tentatively, float the argument that Prog is the true rock and roll.  I don’t mean musically, obviously.  I speaking of the ethos of rock and roll; which is, in a nutshell, to do what you want, and to fight conformity, to resist the stultifying pressure of the normalisers, to be a contrarian.  (As the tattooist said when I got my tattoo: ‘there you go, one more of us and one less of them’).  But what is more stultifying than the pressure to confirm to the rawk stereotype?  You must go out and drink an entire bottle of Jack Daniels whether you like it or not.  You must party hard no matter how tired you feel.  Because, precisely, the procrustean bed that Rock has become is such that one is not allowed to be nerdy-uncool.  Therefore it follows as the night the day, the true rock and roll thing to do is: be uncool.

If rock and roll is doing what you want to do, and what you want to do is have a cup of tea, then having a cup of tea is rock and roll.  If the oppressive Capitalist superstructure that is the limbs and sinew of The Man has internalised rock and roll to the point where jeans, leather jackets and shades are seen in the board room and where the Prime Minister himself plays electric guitar – then rock and roll must become the fight against rock and roll.  Anti rock.  Or, as we might say, prog.

(Adam Roberts, Troping Prog as Toes)

Adam Roberts’ blog posts are my comfort reading

According to Chrono Cross, as well as evolutionary theory, life rose originally in Earth’s oceans[.]

Mouthpiece began to echo the spherical pattern.  Maria felt a chill in her Elysian bowels.

Some creepy, dangerous frogs have taken over the southern woods.

References to the Encyclopaedia Galactica have been made in a book on overcoming Librarian stereotypes.

He was an atheist. But he also maintained that the world was created by a monster named Leviathan that humans could and should overthrow if it ever becomes necessary.

It moves our thought in a rather startling direction; because, I suppose, the answer to the question what does God eat? is liable to be – us.

But the fact that companies are tackling the job doesn’t mean the risk has disappeared: “Spaceflight is hard. It’s really important not to crash a spacecraft into the space station.”

Unfortunately Plato, who ruined everything, was fucking wrong.

It is cluttered with photographs of his wife, two children, and grandchildren; university relics; [and] a decorative plate featuring the word “HUGGER” – hugging is essential to his managerial style, and he estimates that he hugs about fifty people a day.