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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
Sending a Signal
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Monthly Archives: July 2022
Bleed
Theo has always hated blood. The first time he busted his knuckles, getting in a fight with some snot nosed kid who called him a slur on the playground, he held his fist and sobbed. Roland would patch him up … Continue reading
Dinner Night
The smell of spices hits Adalberto’s nose when they get to the door. The apartment lights, sans the kitchen, are turned down low. Some sort of music fills the air between the smell of garlic. She said he was just … Continue reading
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Tagged Adalberto Tosser, Baltimore Crabs, Blaseball, Brock Forbes, Dinner Night, Pure Fluff
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Live Ash
Since joining the team, Kennedy hasn’t been a stranger to fire. He hadn’t been a stranger before of course, he’s worked with blow torches and forgers in his lab, but the sensation of a burning building is unlike anything else. … Continue reading
Remember Him
They stay in a group. This has been the case since they landed here. Of course, staying with the team is common, but almost everyone is in reach at a moment’s notice. And that’s where he finds himself now. Duffy–it’s … Continue reading
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Tagged Blaseball, Incineration, Peanut Bong, Peanut Holloway, Peanutiel Duffy, Post Season 24, Season 24, The Desert
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Black Hole Home
It has been seven days, twenty two hours, and forty minutes since Brock left the apartment. Missions as a seeker take time, Josh knows this, and he knows he has to stay behind. Him and Burke keep up the house. … Continue reading
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Tagged Blaseball, Brock Watson, Joshua Watson, Mexico City Wild Wings, NaN, Post Season 24
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Commemorate
Just before season 15, there’s a practice day, and Lucy is called to Sam’s office. She checks her locker like any other morning once she gets to the stadium, and there’s a pristine, clean slice of strawberry rhubarb sitting on … Continue reading
