FULL BLEED: BUT EVERYTHING THAT I KNOW LIES UNDER
Tricky subject this one, since it wanders over into nostalgia, critical and otherwise. Nostalgia is a poison or the greatest thing ever, blah blah blah. I'm not here to litigate that. Both sides are right. I've seen nostalgia-poisoned dudes do terrible things in order to reshape the world into something more their liking. Hell, we're seeing it happen right now, roll that clock back to 1950. Or 1910. I have no patience for that. That said, I make no bones about liking what I l
FULL BLEED: IT’S THE WAY THAT YOU DON’T PAY, THAT’S OKAY
Deep breath. The campaign for My Gifts Are Hungry is done and dusted. All those desperate Bluesky posts and blog posts and photo threads and attempts at outreach that just got blown off (even to some folks I know directly and that’s not a great feeling), all the surprise pickups and all of it. It’s over. Even after that despair post from last Thursday, when the campaign seemed moribund and belly up at the surface of that fishbowl and don’t let Timmy see, he’s too young to und
