Thinking about the time I was in a cafe/arcade/comic shop/used bookstore in Denver, and they had an entire set of the Colorado Reporter for some fuckin’ reason
Y’know, if I had a nickel for every city I’ve lived in whose mayor got indicted on federal corruption charges, I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot, but weird that it’s happened twice.
Move over, “moist,” the grossest phrase in the English language is actually “thecal sac”
Saw an ad that was like “Get ready to love soda again”
Bitch, who stopped?
Omelas rewrites are out; It’s time for rewrites of I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream, you cowards!
You know what I’m sick of? Rewrites of The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas. They all always miss the point of the story anyway.
Stopped at the bookstore today and picked up what I realized I can only describe as a “there’s something wrong with me” collection
Do I need a good cry right now? Not particularly. Am I gonna have one anyway? Fuckin’ probably.
How am I only just now getting around to listening to the new Sufjan Stevens album?