Extra Evil - Your Ghost vs. Your Zombie

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A-sharp dropped out of Freedom 250.

El Nino's been working out.

Trump can't believe you let him bomb Iran.

Nuclear Family Awareness Day doesn't involve superpowers.

January 6 paychecks bounced.

Chlamydia ravaged koala and side-koala populations.

A Photo

War Journal

Today, I surrender. Optimists are superior beings. We march through the same desert, but they get to feel better about it. It boggles the mind. I'm obsessed with it. Half of you are like Candide and Huck Finn on blend and I should stop talking.

As promised: I lucked into writing the "Funny This Month" post for The New Yorker's humor newsletter. They let me plug Unwinder, 1900HOTDOG, I Will Kill Your Imaginary Friend for $200, Situation Normal, and Leverage. And I did it again! Circular time wins again. Also, read my charming book.

Off to Germany! It might be the last month they allow Americans in, so I'll try to make it memorable.

That said, the newsletter's still going out next week, because I'm a maniac. I'm pretty sure if my byline appears less than twice a week, I melt like a movie witch. In fact, considering my column's record, I just might be.

It's a bit of a working trip—I'm hanging with another writer, and they've got an idea backlog longer than mine. But I'll set some kind of alarm/joy buzzer to do the tourist thing.

Once, I spoke with someone shortly before 50/50 surgery (it worked out). That conversation echoes every LA voter I've spoken to this month (I hope it works out).

Overheard at Late Night Heart-Explosion Coffee.

Broseph: What's going on up there?

Bruh: I think they're setting up comedy.

Broseph: Why? It's...it's coffee here.

Bruh: This sucks. I bet they suck.

Broseph: It doesn't matter if they're. It's a coffee shop.

Bruh: Can we...let's go.

Broseph: Host looks cute...

Bruh: Let's go. Let's go.

The comrades seek (less) adventure elsewhere.

A Screenshot

From Battle of the Fates, which got very sued for this.

The Present

• My new book speaks truth to the powerless. [How to Dodge a Cannonball]
• Me on the previews. [Gamefully Unemployed]
• Baw-ti-whatever. [Exclusive Evil]
• A peek at God's will. [1900HOTDOG]
• There are at least two in my near future. [Expensive Evil]
• My old book speaks power to truth. [Everything Abridged]

The Past

This still makes me smirk.

The Future

Beyond the usual, I have a barrage planned for my return. I may make an event of it.

Not Brought to You By

The pharma ad paradox: all the marketing money in the world, and enough rules to lose it all. Somehow, it's still true in the Great Fraud Age. But only because their natural predator's moving FDA headquarters to Waco.

Take this poster, for one of the most profitable products on Earth.

It says...these exist. Not that they're stronger, safer, faster, or pink. They might simply not be none of the above--that's also within the pharma mantra--but it has more to do with lazing out of a three-legged race.

In any other enterprise, I'd probably lend some sympathy. It's not fun having the atomic gorilla sneer you way. You end up paying more for lawyers than billboards. Since they're for biopunk bulimia, they can have some Fs.

Creativity: F+ | Persuasion: D- | Sanity: D

Note: I'm aware the product remains useful/desirable. This adds nothing, including differentiation from the swollen pack.

One Sentence Reviews

If God Loves Me, Why Can't I Get My Locker Open: Ew. (1/5)

Future Rich Person: The grifts lose a little grace every day. (1/5)

Dimmu Borgir - Grand Serpent Rising: As itself as any of us can aspire to be. (4/5)

BunPro: Wanikani's shameless grammar ripoff. (4.5/5)

Armored Saint - Emotion Factory Reset: You should be driving while you listen to it. (3.5/5)

Marmozets - Co.War.Dice: I almost rated it lower, before I noticed the play count. (4/5)

A Question

Signing Off

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