Extra Evil - Chipping Out
Today's Fortune: It's not over until last week.
Newsreel
Five war reporters died in the Himalayas. Kidding, the usual.
Police state inhabitants traded popstar conspiracies.
Lisa Cook may be the dollar's last Jenga block.
Delicious snub-nosed monkeys may go extinct.
You're at tax war with India for reasons.
LinkedIn data revealed young people dislike penury.
You Need This
Friday or bust.
A Photo
War Journal
I still jump from wasps like they're radioactive.
Kind souls tell me Post-Atomic Stress called some of America's pratfall. Sadly, it's my second best augury. My peak as a prophet was a 2021/2 webcomic attempt. Cyberpunk, per my running fixations. The antagonist had the best technological and social called shot of my lifetime.
My partner flaked, and the reality melted before I could pivot. Such is life in the zone.
It's time to stand against war reporters flipping into bullets. They're traumatizing innocent stormtroopers.
Novelty does funny things to the brain. Nothing's entertaining about laundry. But when you haven't handwashed it in five years, there's some "new game" appeal.
I understand, on a mechanical, nuts-and-bolts level, a few kinds of hate. Self-serving hate. Delusional hate. Inherited hate. Arbitrary hate. Convenient hate. All part of the flexible human mind.
I still can't grasp willfully self-destructive hate. Accidental self-destruction scans all day—that's the human punchline. It's mass hara-kiri that gets me. What's it like to hate more than you love health or wealth?
A Screenshot
The Present
- My new novel makes you young again. Or older, if you want. Or the same age forever. Work with me. [How to Dodge a Cannonball]
- Can we talk? [Exclusive Evil]
- I'm this week's free article at 1900HOTDOG, come party. [1900HOTDOG]
- Everything Abridged replaces the present with your favorite memory. Or your least favorite memory with the present. Whatever you're down for. [My Previous Book]
The Past
Jeez, 2023? I need to get back to these, they're almost annual.
The Future
I'm thinking Italian.
Alright, copouts aren't in my character. I'm thinking stabilize. My ATP's still tapped from double-workshop season, but we'll get there. Or somewhere. Wherever we're headed, we're proceeding at speed.
Dead Sun Theory
Dead Sun theory continues.
Earth's worst ad agency had fun here. I'm torn between giving this it's own day (I do like keeping my inbox presence minimal), doing these every other week, and learning "baseline adult discipline." Either way, comment any fake ad topics you're interested in below.
Not Brought to You By'
I found this PSA while carrying my body weight in frozen chicken. Very normal behavior, forget about that part. Focus on the ad.
I'm finally starting to understand my education. My first ad sensei begged and pleaded for us not to write "side by sides."Followed by threats. He almost pulled a Katrina. That's a joke for people that bought my book, like you, because you love me.
I finally see the world from his perch. It makes any billboard a thousand percent clunkier than it needs to be. And I really want you people to put down your phones when driving. If you're going to nail me, at least introduce a little intent. Let's make a game out of it.
Creativity: D | Persuasion: D- | Sanity: A
Grading note: sucking doesn't make you less sane. You're just dragging down the home team. Step it up.
One Sentence Reviews
Onedrive: Lead shoes for startup. (1.5/5)
La Luz - Floating Fixtures: Appeases the voice in my head that sounds like Daria. (4/5)
Sour Grapes: I'm grabbing a mouthful if I can't figure out this video nonsense.
A Question
Signing off
Thank you for reading Extra Evil, the newsletter looking for group. Share it to raid Lordaeron.
