Extra Evil - Speed Up Your Roll
Today's Fortune: You can just skim the room.
Newsreel
The long plague of Hyundai engineers enjoying lunch is over.
Charlie Kirk found a new stunt.
The author of Abundance might be out of touch.
Nepal speedran a decade of politics.
The U.N. said genocide without stuttering.
If you own a nice handbag, hackers know your email address.
You Need This
New semester curveball. Noah returns soon.
A Photo
War Journal
Lord. For this much attention, he'd have pulled the trigger himself.
Amidst all the noise, try to remember that some of us had spot-on parodies of the deceased in developing projects. Those plotlines, unlike /pol/ plagiarists, can never be replaced.
At least American Christianity got a martyr more their speed. Jesus always felt off-message.
I'm trying out mornings. Not sleep, mind you. The challenge rating there's still a bit steep. But mornings have welcome novelty. Full cafes, empty benches, unchanged trains. I dig it. Though this newsletter has a high chance of breaking my streak.
And the conversations! You'll never hear people less lucid. The Planet Coffee excerpts will be a cut above. As soon as I wake up mentally, and remember to write them down.
If you push a date to punch-up an article mocking a Confederate biopic, consider lying about the reason. Honesty has good PR, but they're bending the truth about the benefits.
My ankles have requested a break from the board. It feels a bit contrarian: the knees are supposed to give up first. It's borderline appropriation.
I'm always amazed when I find out someone's paying attention.
There's not much of a feedback mechanism to all this. Once every few years, a wall of reviews weigh your soul. Once in your lifetime, someone recognizes you outside City Hall. The rest is reading tea leaves.
Recently, I enjoyed a minor miracle. A writer I respected before I could even vote had seen my old Clarkesworld interview, and loved it. I have a nice poker face (I think/hope), but it's the kind of surprise that keeps me from moving to the Himalayas to sleep in and burn newspapers for warmth.
So I keep typing.
A Screenshot
The Present
- It takes premium humor to keep people sane. Consider mine. [How to Dodge a Cannonball]
- Lochlainn, Round III. [1900HOTDOG]
- This happened somewhere. [Exclusive Evil]
- I have this conversation with myself. [Exclusive Evil]
- My first book is another sanity force field. [My Previous Book]
The Past
This one's been on my mind lately.
The Future
I'll reveal a stupid, stupid effort elsewhere soon. I'm just turnimg the dials and knobs until it looks presentable. I've got more directionless pride than I thought.
Dead Sun Theory
Pitching.
Not Brought to You By
There it is again.
The QR code. The request for public participation. The hashtag less than ten desperate souls will type. The meme appropriated ten years too late. A whole era, trapped in one poster.
It may follow me forever.
Creativity: F+ | Persuasion: F+ | Sanity: C
One Sentence Reviews
Megas Rewatch (Season 2, Middle): I knew what I had. (5/5)
Malort: It was amusing. (2.5/5)
Maria Bamford - Crowd Pleaser: It defies reality that I missed this. (4/5)
Random The Office (US) Episode: Bleakly empty. (1.5/5)
A Question
Signing off
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