Extra Evil - Party at Powerhouse
Today's Fortune: June 20th offers a unique opportunity.
Newsreel
Chinese students fled an authoritarian regime.
Mayor Swagger touched up his resume.
Famine keeps freedom free.
South Korea ducked a replay.
Tariffs will fix an economy any century now.
The Axiom mission is set to escape Earth.
You Need This
Just a little more delay, pre-launch madness is...madness.
A Photo
Taken in my neighborhood.
War Journal
A week of tightrope walking.
Not the worst thing, when you reach the other side. The relief is a nice sensation, and there’s a little bump in ego.
Now for the next three.
I’m launching at Powerhouse Arena on June 20, with the inimitable Anne Kadet moderating. Their website’s being a diva at the moment, but here’s a link that’ll work later.
Stop by! Say hi! Meet my weird voice! Stalk me! It’s all going down.
The Largest Medium contest was a good time! I've sent emails/DMs out hunting for mailing addresses, reach out if I missed you.
Starting next week, I'll put up an ad mockup for a topic picked by a winner. The first: Greg Stolze has picked...incredible. I'll reveal it live. You'll be amused.
My process is getting too finicky. Needing a specific type of notebook at a specific time under a full moon just means getting less done or spending more. Mercifully for my ego, mostly the latter so far. But if I’m going to get a third book to my name, I need to flip the reset switch. There’s power in taking any sheet of printer paper and filling it with something.
I can't shake this one thought. I don't want to do anything with it, but maybe I should.
Some of the smarter writers I personally know have, independently, written well about how constructive and lucrative it would be for more post-young, pre-old guys to speak to self-improvement. Specifically non-Nazis. In the media. With dude hobbies, and jokes. Especially subalterns with fancy degrees and online tendencies. And scars above their left elbow from brushing against a park fence in Peekskill, NY on December 8, 2004 okay I get it.
And I hear them. It just sounds, you know, hard and time consuming. And that time could go towards faster novels, or heelflips. And I’m a decade into lampooning the bottomless self-help grifter trashcan, so it'd feel like patting my head and punching my belly at the same time. But every other sentence just feels like an excuse for the second one.
I’m thinking.
A Screenshot
The Present
- When this book's out, I'm going to start sleeping like a human again. [My Next Book]
- An infinite chasm of elf puns. [1900HOTDOG]
- And the winner is: [Exclusive Evil]
- Another Fundamentalist Clown Detective? What happened to creativity? [Doggzone 9000]
- Zak is the best. And I'm there too! [Auralnauts]
- The Tom Lehrer song opening this is stuck in my soul. [You Need This]
- You can still read my former most brilliant, most offensive, and dumbest jokes. [My Previous Book]
The Past
The last NYC mayoral election’s nuttery.
The Future
Waiting for the printers. No, not those printers. You’ll see.
Not Brought to You By
I've been dragged back to Lucky Strike.
In a perverse way, I see the vision. Smoking can fall into that "What's there to say?" car ad problem. And when it all sounds the same, it's like your ad doesn't exist.
So I know how we hit nonsense-town. I'm keeping the color for tone:
Lucky Strikes will make you zany! Like Lucille Ball, only she's in ads for Phillip Morris. So not like the hated enemy, Lucille Ball. But Zany!
I'd say I don't see the point, but I'm in too deep. I get all the brand differentiation jabber. I just think it's stupid.
Creativity: D | Persuasion: D- | Sanity: F+
One Sentence Reviews
Extreme Job: Slapstick triumph. (5/5)
Chepang - Jhyappa: My brand of loud. (3.5/5)
Midnight - Steel, Rust, and Disgust: Perfect for an irate time. (4/5)
Life Ceremony by Sayaka Murata: A flight tasting of different levels of insanity. (4/5)
VIRTUAVERSE.OST: Still catnip for my strain of weirdo. (3.5/5)
A Question
Signing off
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