Extra Evil - Crash Course
Today's Fortune: It's not speeding if you're in reverse.
Newsreel
Another party crasher.
The war may cause a few teensy famines.
Kimmel may be half a Supreme Court case.
King Charles got it out of the way early.
This decade's more MJ's type.
Tim Cook finished a proud legacy of stagnation.
A Photo
War Journal
Not quite Wednesday morning. I'd love to be cute and blame a tense news week, but the chaos rolls off of me. It's practically a job requirement. I just had an ocean of competing work.
Along with some smiling and waving at the public. Which I'll never complain about, I love smiling and waving. Hit me up for a cameo, I'm getting good.
When empires thrive with upward momentum, gambling and bloodsports tend to take off. We're a bit late on the gambling, but it's not too late to cash in on the bloodsports. We just need the right context.
The subway.
The tunnels have fed entire movements of dance and music. Why not fists? We may not have Dana White resources, but we don't need them to get started. Gladiators have graced the A for free for generations. Talent will take any opportunity to make enough to fix their teeth.
Sure, TrackFights will attract their critics. But our bouts will offer a valuable distraction from subway surfing, which LLM-fed comics insist is an epidemic. So any enemy of TrackFights is a proponent of dead children. Shame on them.
Give it a chance. You don't need to play or watch Street Fighter, when you can be one.
If you don't fund ballrooms, only outlaws will have ballrooms.
The gods blessed me with a balcony ticket to see Castle Rat, Amon Amarth, and Dethklok. Then they blessed me with the wisdom to move into general admission, where the audio, view, and energy were better. Praise the metal gods.
I'd like to thank roguelikes for training me for submission hell. As soon as I figure out which font is the axe, we're in business.
A Screenshot
The Present
- My new book has bullets. [How to Dodge a Cannonball]
- On the boogie. [Exclusive Evil]
- I'll still be fighting Eric Adams in hell. [1900HOTDOG]
- The food was great. [Expensive Evil]
- My old book has lasers. [Everything Abridged]
The Past
The Future
A podcast appointment in the distant future. A collab article in the near future.
Dead Sun Theory
Pulley ads forthcoming. Long week, low sleep.
Not Brought to You By
Does a tonic have to be liquid? With enough quack nonsense, can a solid be a tonic?
Let's find out.
A solid can absolutely be a tonic. Where there's madness, there's a way.
They say we're looking at a vest. Perhaps a well-embroidered one. But I see a fresh green bottle of semi-meth. The New York Health Agency have frozen a classic non-cure, and convinced the weakest mustaches in the borough that it's magic armor. Beautiful.
I love, as you know, the psychotic certainty of the language. The "Perfection of Prevention From Pnuemonia" offers "the Only Safeguard Against Disease." I pray that the current army of charlatans discover half this charm. Pharma ads feel like catcalling by an illiterate.
Creativity: B+ | Persuasion: D- | Sanity: F
One Sentence Reviews
Wanikani: Almost slick enough to make pictographic language fun. (Pain/5)
Scott Pilgrim Takes Off! (First Half): Okay, they got me. (4/5)
A Question
Signing Off
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