Whoohoo, my first time being censored on TikTok.

Here's another Micro.blog timeline feeler to see if anyone is even reading these there. You only get counted when you reply … what you feel like saying is irrelevant in this particular scenario. Here's a lure:

There was a learning curve wrangling the printer into using 45" off a roll of canvas paper; but, rolling your own 17" x 44.5" canvas print is kinda nuts.

Blast email's aren't "reaching out," Katie.

When your inner dialogue begins channeling A Bit of Frye and Laurie while sketching out the transcript for the new Kota video you want to make and you remember that the last 8 years have f$&kified folks' receptor capacity into a 59 sec video buffer. Eat a D Social Med.

Ain't no one beat the dawgs in 2022. Bring on MFin' TCU.

To be, or not to be… a Post. "Editor"

I'm old enough to remember when filming a video in portrait was faux-f$&king-pas.

When you're picking up some of those kids Kota's been dropping off in the woods and you're like: "Wow, the tactile characteristics of this icy excrement through the thin compostable plastic, it feels almost like it's making contact with bare skin." Then, you're like: "Goddammit."

Exhibit A in the case of why Twitter blows (and those TikTokkers were listening to some French accordion swing on account of copyright shenanigans):