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C Somnus McGill

poorly done pixel art of a pink pony stripping with a crowd throwing money at her

we shouldn't share the pink pony club with children

I am an absolute crow for some good gossip. My favourite carcasses are those I’m led to by people who know my name at least as well as I knew theirs, but sometimes a dry spell comes along where the kettle just wasn’t put on and I have

a frowning face poked into snow

would Iwata layoff faculty like this?

In the tumultuous middle teens of the adolescent 21st century, Nintendo released, to no real fanfare, the Wii U. Widely panned, widely forgotten, widely reemerging as a quality console for home brewing and exclusives that just didn’t get Daddy Reggie’s full attention. The failure of the console, at

pixel art image of drugs on a table and a rocket about to take off into a red sky

project hail teacher

Project Hail Mary is one of the rare instances of optimistic science fiction that doesn’t just absolutely suck the soul out of me. If you don’t want that optimism ruined for you then I beg you, go out and watch the movie and read the book before reading

trigger warning nine eleven

trigger warning nine eleven

a bad pixel art drawing of a green stick figure beneath a cloudy sky with some blue rain. white text, very big, syas hard stuff innit

literary litmus test - hard rain falling

Don Carpenter wrote a test. It’s not a long test, it only took me about nine hours. It’s not a lonely test, I listened to the thoughts of a fellow reader as I went along. It’s not an inaccessible test, the language is efficient and gives you

a photograph of a digital W2. The wage paid is USD 19,493.31.

don't teach

I make no attempt to separate my work from the wider context of my life. I am, against my best efforts, a teacher in the same way that I am blind, queer, human. Folks in my axe league call me “Doctor Professor” (I am technically neither, but make no attempt

A Love Letter for John

A Love Letter for John

I have a friend, who shall remain nameless as though by magic, who does not like John Steinbeck. “Too dry,” is what I’ve heard the two or three times I’ve asked. And sure, Steinbeck does have a moment-to-moment tendency to give us prose that’s been soaking in