Extra Evil - The Flammable Sky

Today’s Fortune: Look down, look down, don't look them in the eye.

Extra Evil - The Flammable Sky

Newsreel

Americans enjoyed the last Fourth of July.

Someone beat EA to an NFT game console.

Salt Lake City is now just City.

Coups became a cultural touchstone.

BA.5 knows it can be a star if it believes in itself.

The White House and oil barons entered couple's counseling.

War Journal

The call of the void is loud this week, in a fun way. For some reason, I'm stuck on funny things I could say to kill my career. It's a nice pastime, but I'm worried I'll find an answer too good to pass up.

I like aging. Every problem in my personal life was harder to contend with without patience, triceps, and a credit card. I know that returns on time implode at 40, but I'll take 30 over every number before it.

My perspective might be bent, since I have no real sense of nostalgia. From my seat, the only difference between class reunions and cult meetings is that cults get slicker uniforms. Princeton's event has a particularly strong Jordan Peele aura.

I'd like to thank role-playing games for making the endless numbers behind fitness fun. I'm enjoying myself much more than I should be, despite abandoning flavor as a concept.

For those wondering if I've killed myself skateboarding yet: almost, but not quite. So far I've only got basic tic-tacs, manuals, and a spin I don't know the name of. All thanks to a dear friend with more patience than sense.

The Present

My book is still better than love.

I put out a very uplifting piece about running.

I taught hot dog fans about Sabu.

Weeaboo Hell? Alive, if not well.

Another bonus article.

The Past

I laugh at a lot of my own jokes, but particularly hard at this one.

The Future

My fourth Hot Dog column is a joke gatling gun.

The New Yorker bought something else of mine, for some reason.

I corrected a very, very stupid error in my next book.

Brainstorming pranks. I should quit, but you know how madness goes.

One Sentence Reviews

The Kreutzer Sonata (Tolstoy): An incel rant by a genius, with too much rant and not enough genius. (2/5)

Sam Morill - I Got This: A direct reminder of charisma's comic value. (4/5)

Sam Morill - Up On The Roof: A better documentary than his documentary. (4.5/5)

Open Question

Signing off

Thanks for reading Extra Evil, the newsletter that was never here.

-DD