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- Upcoming I have something to write about the organization of the desktop, browser, RSS feeds and systems. I've been working really hard on getting easily to set up and workable systems in my digital life to make the most out of my time online. Fuck the modern web, stop relying on third parties to control your internet experience and start controlling it yourself. I'm also working on writing a podcast about the topic as well. ×0
- Song of the Day Bright Star - Anais Mitchell ×0
- Heat Warning Every afternoon for the past week and a half has been so incredibly hot and fucked up, we're reaching 100-103 f now. It's making me incredibly sick. ×0
- This Review Has Gotten Worse Since I Last Wrote Had the rare instance of a purposeful DNF on a book, meaning I put it down intentionally and didn't just fall off due to illness. Things Have Gotten Worse Since We Last Spoke by Eric LaRocca was not good. I'm sorry to say it, it's a popular title. I'll give you what I wrote on my Storygraph.
This might be one of the worst representations of early internet vocabulary & tone setting I've come across in a horror piece. The in character authors note really sets us up for a comically poor considered plot movement between the two main characters. The fact that the early internet & the year 2000 is supposed to be a highlight in this piece while the language Agnes & Zoe use feels right out of prime time Tumblr 15-16 years after the year 2000 is just disappointing.
Further digging into the piece after I stopped around 30% in, and god. What can I even say. I tormented my partner and friends with this for a bit. I have terrible luck with fiction ×0
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Daily Archives: March 18, 2022
Ocean Winds Feel Like Home
The shore is wrought with death and blood, the tides pull away the seeping life from these men, these soldiers. The roaring waves pulse and pull, pulling the humor from these men like the fleeting hope of their wives and … Continue reading
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Tagged Bastion Cambridge, Blaseball, Pedro Zebulo, San Francisco Lovers, Short Circuit 1
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Early Morning Melody
Burke had concluded that today would be a day to lay in bed as he woke up with the sun. Warm light cracking through his blinds, instead of the regular urge to vacate the duvet, he took it as a … Continue reading
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Tagged Blaseball, Burke Gonzales, Joshua Watson, Mexico City Wild Wings
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Blaseball Mini Prompts: Fixing Each Other’s Clothes
It’s 3:45 a.m. when Knight feels Sigmund give them a stir. Far left castle door. Baby. The urgency in these echos is clear. Despite being on the opposite end of the castle, Knight books it. The clanging sound of his … Continue reading
Blaseball Mini Prompts: Calling Each Other Names
The pads of Rush’s fingers linger against Jode’s bare collarbone. Practice was done. The showers were empty now, the lingering steam sticks to their skin.“You were great today Lady.” Rush’s voice was…quieter than Jode was used to, but the moment … Continue reading
Blaseball Mini Prompts: A Photo in their Element
Photographers itch for the opportunity, journalists only hope to write the headline. Newspapers and television alike, they all clamor for a photo of Don Mitchell as the scene of a crime. They call it his natural element, where the criminal … Continue reading
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Tagged Blaseball, Don Mitchell, Milo Brown, San Francisco Lovers, Sandford Garner
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