Read whatever you damn well please! Reading isn’t some moral exercise.

Holy Jesus Christ in Space!

Here I am just gatekeeping myself. Something to dig into another day, I guess.

Capitalist fuckin’ brain poison

Where is the real Henry Mudd and who’s replaced him?

I’m very proud to share Fridge Poetry.

I became less focused on what anything meant, because who cares what something means?

Mayhem and madness and dreams of destruction and despair

I love Ted Lasso, but it’s a fart in the wind compared to Reservation Dogs.

As if I was gatekeeping myself

watching Mr. Williams act was like watching Hakeem Olajuwon on the basketball court

prepare as best you can, try your hardest, commit to the work, don’t let up when you doubt yourself, and, as I’ve heard the inimitable Damian Lillard say, let it fly.

All of this is, to say, I haven’t really done a goddamn thing to prepare for the Challenge.

MY FACE! GIVE ME BACK MY FACE!

I’d never seen a comic book character, a superhero, talk about isolation in the same way; the most powerful being on the planet was hopelessly alone.

Just do the work. Yoga says the same thing.

The point is that starting this coming Wednesday, August 18th, Saint of Whales will see a chapter released on a bi-weekly schedule alternating between releases of Stone Overcoat. So, there you go! More stories! More reading! I hope you enjoy it.

Blue Dot is getting paler

Blue Dot is blinking out

Roamer, wanderer, nomad, vagabond

call me what you will.