Extra Evil - Persona Somewhat Grata

Today’s Fortune: If anyone starts a riddle, run.

---

Newsreel

Our new national park hasn’t burned down yet.

A Trump lawyer started blood pressure medication.

The Court’s fine with banning guns no one profits from.

The DeSantis campaign mockumentary will be amazing.

My worst relatives lamented Torey Lanez’s sentencing.

Our thoughtless space trash looks really cool when it burns up.

Today's Mood

War Journal

To summarize a week in the clouds: Holt’s kindly publishing my second book, How to Dodge a Cannonball. If you’re into anything here, you’ll love it. Unless you only do the polls. I can’t get a live poll on paper. Yet.

Life’s baffling, but that can be fun. Learning I’ve been doing something entirely wrong’s my favorite thing off the page.

Let’s get examples. They won’t make me sound normal, but at least they’ll explain the mutation.

I play Guilty Gear. Or rather, strangers throttle me. Then friends throttle me. Then the computer lets me win once, before throttling me. Real life BDSM doesn’t move me, but I guess it works onscreen.

There’s a trick called a Roman Cancel. I won’t explain it, because it overwrites the brain cells that make dates go well. But it’s important. Roman Cancels have three colors, which I assumed were shiny interchangeable effects. Pretty.

They’re three different moves.

I’m finally ahead of the computer. If SkyNet sticks to fighting games, we just might make it. The change has put a child’s smile on my face.

Was all that too DragonCon? Don’t worry, I’m a flexible rambler. Let’s talk conditioning. If you knew what Guilty Gear was, you can skip this part.

I’ve spent the summer running, due to my shoulder going to heaven. I didn’t think much about the mechanics. If I breathed heavy and the scenery changed, everything worked as intended. Being slow just meant I liked fighting games.

There is, as many of your probably knew, a correct way to run (lean forward, feet below, praise Satan, etc). I finally stumbled into a video about it. Half-fixed form immediately cut my mile time down. I felt like a Sega mascot.

Sidebar: After a lifetime of jokes, I learn Tom Cruise’s cartoon Mission Impossible stride is accurate. This is, as a comedian, a Lovecraft moment.

My point? Learning the obvious is free progress. Life doesn’t hand that sensation out often. I hope I’ve missed a thousand other basics. Especially the trick to writing better, smarter, faster prose. If I’ve peaked, I’m boned.

Every listen in on a population debate? They get intense. Most feel like they’ll end with two less people.

Since this Cafe Anne bit, I’ve developed this odd bagel fixation. Specifically with sundried tomato cream cheese, which evokes an alien pizza.

The Present

I took us to space for a bit. Hopefully you enjoy it.

Why isn’t Vince McMahon in geriatric jail? Also, I wrote about Swerved for 1-900-HOTDOG.

I filled Jane Ratcliffe’s A+ questionnaire, and I love the results.

Adjuncting is just indentured servitude for nerds.

We still love you, Everything Abridged.

The Past

Let’s take a museum trip.

The Future

I’m tied between two 1-900-HOTDOG bits. They’re both even half-written. Maybe I’ll follow American tradition, and do whatever feels easier.

I’m prodding my notes for another Expensive Evil. They seem like nice notes. A little clingy.

One Sentence Reviews

Revival Vol. 1: We’re almost there. (3/5)

Revival Vol. 2: Inching ever closer. (3/5)

Revival Vol. 3: I’m going to read this whole series to see if it ascends. (3/5)

Deus Ex Machina: The $1 book bin giveth, the $1 book bin taketh awy. (1.5/5)

Open Question

Signing off

Thanks for reading Extra Evil, the newsletter coming soon. Share it to leak it.

-DD