• Hassan Sora
    June 17, 2021

    the system is actually fine, everyone has the opportunity to learn how to swim.

    on an unrelated note I inherited my grandparents floaties

  • Bob Johnbob
    June 17, 2021

    A rising tide lifts all boats

    Lets the rest of us poor drowning bastards know who the targets are

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Here we are still existing in this world

February 26, 2021

Stuck between the hegemony of Big Internet and a real hard place -> Patreon

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November 16, 2020

For your upsettingly early holiday shopping, consider Topatoco

Oh, Nothing Much

October 6, 2020

The paint was peeling, the garden had overgrown, the gate had rusted shut. But no we are not haunted! says the house. People go in and out every day. They pay rent to a landlord who, are you really going to call him about the gate when he hasn’t patched the wall since the pipe exploded in the hallway in February? It’s a regular house. Plus maybe a turret or two. And the ghosts.

Economically I have been fine. I am employed and have a stable housing situation. If you’re looking to support people during these difficult times™ please lend your support to other creators in need or your local food bank or bail fund.

Smallest bore stuff imaginable: we are sold out of some of the greeting cards and almost out of the rest. We still have enough books for me to be set to sea on a raft of them when I die. Topatoco Christmas deadlines are probably going to be insanely early, so why not pick out presents for people now and assume that nothing important will change in the next three and a half months?

It has been hard not to think of Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. It’s been hard not to think we’re at best in the chorus. That we are slogging through history as everyone has always slogged through history. Taking a long walk outside, while that’s still an option. Picking up a meal, while we can afford to. Talking to friends and family, while they’re still around. Somewhere the tragic protagonist is finally brought low. The audience roars. The curtain falls. In the background we labor on. Trying to make a life in the debris.