Extra Evil - April Fool's Decade
Today's Fortune: Exhale.
Newsreel
Confirmation hearings had punchlines.
Hegseth segfaulted.
A K-Pop mogul tried exploiting investors instead.
US tourism's more of a rumor.
Japan loosened arms exports, standards.
A thousand torrents cried out at once.
A Photo
War Journal
Bad lyrics can teach you a lot about form. With just one flow, in one language, there are still infinite ways to say the same thing.
Donnie negotiates the way dogs write books.
A short term goal: press more buttons on Ghost and see what they do. I've essentially used it as an embarrassment-free Substack, and that's certainly a victory for my mood. But mediums are a project's biggest asset and burden, and I should really see if I'm missing anything obvious.
I've been at this for a while, haven't I? In my most daring dreams, all these letters pool together into some wider experience or meaning. At the very least, they've let me give up on microblogging without guilt. In another world, I'm sure I could make it halfway up the flamewar ladder. I'd rather review ads for rebranded meth.
Sidebar: man I miss the zany polls. Jury-rigged Google Forms *kind of* work, but it's just not the same.
A casualty of spring cleaning: I can't find the first Romance of the Three Kingdoms volume. I know where my fitness tracker is for the first time in three years, but I can't track down one book. Life's little IQ tests kick my ass.
One phrase reminds me I'm nuts: "The dog that caught the car." It's not a bad expression. In fact, it's extremely useful. The phrase just reminds me that not everyone punts their goals further the second satisfaction draws near. I suspect that it's the creative version of "line go up," with matching results.
A Screenshot
The Present
- My new book brings the heat. [How to Dodge a Cannonball]
- There are a lot of sterility curses. [1900HOTDOG]
- There's a big world, and I want to embarrass myself in more of it. [Expensive Evil]
- I forward them to an eternally annoyed friend. [Exclusive Evil]
- My old book is ice cold. [Everything Abridged]
The Past
The Future
Working on a research brick. It might yield gold.
Dead Sun Theory
Pulley ads forthcoming. Long week, low sleep.
Not Brought to You By
Last week, tonic ads borrowed interest from doctors and kings. Those are the sane, polite options.
Who better to pitch sugar pills/meth pills than the fading other? Once you've taken the land, take the brand. You can make them magic, or whatever you're in the mood for. I suggest sticking to magic, it really opens up film plots later.
Stepping away from figurative and literal erasures, the layout raises questions. Namely, how much Prairie Flower did they chug first? There are three ways to read this title (say, Sequah's Indian Guide to Health) and all of them are embarassing.
Creativity: F+ | Persuasion: D- | Sanity: F
One Sentence Reviews
Dead Leaves: A decade of animation's demo tape. (Space Baby/5)
Stadium Stampede Match: Glorious lockdown madness. (Golf Cart/5)
A Question
Signing Off
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