Extra Evil - Dhampir Holiday
Today's Fortune: Save sexual harassment for retirement.
Newsreel
Blade found Dick Cheney.
The Times endorsed Joe McCarthy.
Cuomo will be on Cameo next week.
Trump remembered the briefcase.
Canada invited new friends to lunch.
EV sales promise cleaner traffic tumors.
You Need This
Still entertaining myself.
A Photo
War Journal
I'm typing hours before polls close or people leave respectable jobs. What can I say that fits both outcomes? Editing eats valuable Hades time. I'll challenge myself.
No one's leaving the city over this.
The Times found the only embarrassing approach.
Sliwa's going back to his planet until the next primary.
Cuomo's dignity is a distant memory.
The mayor-elect has more enemies than I can count.
We're definitely hosting the National Guard now.
It could only happen in New York.
Chuck Schumer is a zombie.
If memory serves, I mentioned working on two costumes last week. I'm on the electric typewriter, so it's easier for me to be wrong than to check. In case I'm full of it: I put together costumes for Zagreus and Luke Cage. Maximum effort and minimum effort, respectively.
I'm proud of both, down to the bike lock chain on the Cage costume. But only the visible timesink got a reaction. There's a lesson there, but I refuse to learn it. Adult life is building a psychic moat that no new data can cross.
Still trying out early rising. I can't skip 5 AM, but it's nice to see it from a different angle. Word is you're also supposed to nod off earlier, but I have important witch jokes to write.
For a coffee shop, music's a tactical branding choice. This shop's pick of "Yoga" by Brooke Candy stands out. It's an enthusiastic bedroom jam, and dousing yesterday's pot in Splenda isn't too erotic. The track's just old enough that it's not a thoughtless Top 40 choice, or "whatever's on." I guess this drip coffee's meant to have some tension.
The next two songs have the same tone, and I'm starting to appreciate the novelty. Why not have a cafe with a last-call dance floor? You could call it Grinding and Grounds. As long as we're one step closer closer to recreating Tokyo-level bar gimmicks. I've talked about the NRA-themed airsoft bar here a few times, because it's a top three memory. It's time for New York to be all it can be.
Let's add two lockdown holidays. One marking the start of our mass sleepover, and one marking the day we gave up. I don't expect anyone to enjoy it, or even learn. I just want to lock in old information. Pretending the global sourdough contest didn't happen fuels half the madness around here.
A Screenshot
The Present
- Read my book before it's cool. [How to Dodge a Cannonball]
- Decided to finish a classic wytch trilogy. [1900HOTDOG]
- You still need this. [You Need This]
- Realistically, they should finish these by January. [McSweeney's Internet Tendency]
- Read my first book, and go retro. [My Previous Book]
The Past
The Future
I will continue to be a dog chasing his own tail. Amusing, and slightly tragic in the cosmic sense.
Dead Sun Theory
Remember this?
"Pitch: I hate the Charmin bears on a visceral level. Can we try slapping a cute mascot on other terrible things besides feces?"
-FancyShark
Let's do two more.
Campaign C
Campaign D
Which wins?
Not Brought to You By
I wanted peace. Tranquility. To talk about movie posters for a month or two before punishing the MTA's choices.
But Bart's been following me.
Or rather, Bart's shade. "El Barto" tags the face of stale rebellion over digital Fortnite ads.
There's a seed of a character-driven idea. And some fun format bending. I just have a few small, stake-sized nitpicks.
One: "Eat my shorts" isn't quite the cutting edge of edge. 12 year olds can draw Goatse from memory. In fact, they could when I was twelve. Push harder.
Two: Grafitti on Fortnight's bubblegum punk tone/approach doesn't have much contrast. I'd be more excited to see Hello Kitty, or Nergal, or their tag team. In fact, add that to the sitcom premise pile.
Three: "Fartnight."
I hear the parry: it's a product problem. What do I expect them to do? But ads have a casual relationship with the product's reality, and tend to get a vote on where it goes. You're painting the product they want to be. In this case, relevant.
We don't quite get there.
Creativity: C- | Persuasion: D- | Sanity: C
One Sentence Reviews
Blade 2: Cinema's finest vertical suplex. (4.5/5)
Crisis Zone: The most fun you'll have with lockdown madness until 2030. (4/5)
Absolute Batman: Honestly, much sharper than the shitposting made it sound. (4/5)
Hades II (Week 4): I barely got to play this week because of dumb "work." (5/5)
A Question
Signing off
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