Extra Evil - Gentleman's Wednesday
Today's Fortune: Another week of peace and tranquility comes.
This was going to get it's own email, but spreading them ate the time I'd use to write the e-mail.
Newsreel
The LAPD upheld every bullet's right to thrive.
Calories remain a known ally of Hamas.
Always keep the receipt on a president.
The trade war has finally achieved nothing.
We've found a new T-Rex for lunchbox covers.
Handhelds remain the last semi-defensible game consoles.
You Need This
The lights are back on. For the podcast experiment, not for Noah. He'll have to make fire soon.
A Photo
Taken in Bali. Every mall is the same in a different way.
War Journal
Thanks again to everyone that played in the Largest Medium Contest! I got all non-international books out tonight, thanks to the generous Manhattan office for insomniacs. Customs, however, seems to be a daytime affair. I'll ship the international books tomorrow.
Next week, I'll start running victor-selected ad mockups. For the moment, I'm going to pass out for an interview.
I wonder if the reviews will let me live or not.
Disclaimer: my brain's currently sub-Rogan level. This week's gumbo of posters, interviews, deadline chicken, cutting, and baseline news awareness has me thinking less like an esteemed author, and more like a caveman.
Let's try writing a joke in this state.
Ever making thought about magma? Magma hot rock. Magma no help tribe. Magma only burn hunter born in wrong cave. ICE like magma. Get rid of magma.
I've fallen down a samurai-shaped rabbit hole. Despite everything else about me, I'd never read The Book of Five Rings. My entire picture of Musashi was a mix of Baki and a blurb from middle school history. The book is inspiration, as far as murder guides by prolific murderers go. It has a unique way of saying to stop starting at your hands and act. Useful
Now I'm poking at the Hagakure. You can really see how it was a maddened imperial apparatus' bible. Still a great read, just keep it away from your impressionable friends.
Call it research. First for a little drive-by idea you'll probably see within two months. Then for a big idea I expect to be hilarious or embarassing. Likely both.
I never thought I'd take this many photos of my own crimes. Or sign them. Street art's dumb.
A Screenshot
The Present
- The question from the contest plays a big role, as you might imagine. [My Next Book]
- I'm amazed the let me sneak into this. [Lithub]
- Even crazier than the title sounds. [1900HOTDOG]
- And the winner is: [Exclusive Evil]
- I'll surrender to the pun once. [You Need This]
- Read my stab at the future. [My Previous Book]
The Past
Fancy critics liked my first book (too, hopefully).
The Future
Surprising guest appearances, I think you'll enjoy them.
Not Brought to You By
"Smoke this or you'll die alone" is a common angle for tobacco ads/college parties. A 1940s Blackstone Cigar campaign turned it up to 10. Half as high as the college parties.
There are a lot of these, but you'll get it in two.
His:
And hers:
Before I start laughing, I'll get some technical bits in. These couldn't be busier. There's almost something to each cigar having it's own stripper, but Hollywood norms makes them look too much like clones for the bit.
Now, on to business.
"Damn you, Blackstone. You've cursed me to eighty years of cuckoldry and death. I will always gaze upon love, but never touch it. I will bury myself with my 17% smaller cigars, and take this lesson into the next world."
Creativity: C | Persuasion: Nah | Sanity: F+
One Sentence Reviews
The Book of Five Rings: Pretty underground stuff, I know. (5/5)
Fleshgod Apocalypse - Opera: "Fleshgod Apocalypse used to be subtler" is a wild sentence whether you know them or not. (3/5)
Signs of Intimacy: I can't stop laughing. (Porcupines/5)
A Question
Signing off
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