Nothing better than finding a well polished gem of outsider art.

I’m finding it increasingly tempting to self publish, mainly because I want to work with someone on designing a cover.

A less talked about part of autism is that I don’t interpret emojis the same way allistic people do. It’s always fun when my wife gets home, pulls up a text and goes “what exactly do you think this means?”

There are two kinds of board game players: those who plan their turn while the others are playing to keep the game moving and everyone else at the table.

My in-laws tend to just take whatever recommendations my wife gives them for gifts for me. This occasionally results in them giving me something completely incongruous to who they are. My favorite was a collected edition of The Metabarons last year.

I got the last few volumes of Blame! for Christmas, which means I’m due for a reread.

It’s Christmas Eve and I’m with family but my brain has been in writing mode all day and I’m having a hell of a time turning it off.

Are there really people who can read before bed? It always amps me up instead of calming me down.

Really appreciate my writing accountability group for letting me channel my pre-flight anxiety into shouting about the differences between modernism, post-modernism, and meta-modernism for nearly an hour.

Not to brag, but I just made a twenty dollar donation to my local library. I had to if I wanted to check out more books, but I like to think I keep my overdue books out of the goodness of my heart.

Everyone says to kill your darlings to improve your writing, but then you do it and they all go “how could you do that to your wife?” And now, I don’t even have time to write anymore.

I really want to play a dungeon crawler rpg. I need recommendations so I can do something other than my n^th play through of Etrian Odyssey.

The toddler has figured out that mom and dad have names, which he always pulls out for his most out of pocket statements.

Oh hey, I have a science-fantasy-folktale short story I lapsed on submitting places. I even got some slush reader feedback I can use. Let's see...

You know you're to deep in an auteur's body of work when you read their worst story and don't even notice the complete lack of setup or forshadowing for a major revelation because said revelation is too on brand not to have seen coming.

So glad I discovered @hellitself.bsky.social I told my most recent story that it has four more submissions before I send it to hell and it promised to try harder to get published.

To set the record straight: yes, children do spontaneously say wise sounding things about universal love or taxes. This does not come from small children being wise-mind Buddha’s, it’s because they are tiny Eldritch entities whose every synaptic pathway is a non-Euclidean nightmare.

Go listen to Pachinko by The Moron Police. I just broke a two month social media hiatus so I could recommend it, it's that's good.

Microsoft helpfully reminded me that Windows 10 is about to lose support AND my free Office365 is about to end. It's like they want me to move to Linux.

Tis nearly autumn, the time when folks start posting pictures of snails and I have to keep myself from replying ‘effervescent’ ten times a day

My favorite genre of picture book is ‘small child and dog wander across baby’s first Hieronymus Bosch landscape’

I hate it when Wizards designs cards that “solve” an interesting and creative commander theme. This design reached its apex in Spiderman. Guy in a Chair ruins my people in chairs deck. It feels so cheap when you’re no longer designing a deck, and instead Wizards it designing cards for your deck.

Actually got jumpscared when I saw the full Pachinko album on the Moron Police iTunes page. It isn’t out but for a second I was heart stoppingly excited.

You know who fascinates me? Sticker vandals. Who are these mysterious people putting stickers on the backs of stop signs or utility boxes? Do they buy a bunch of one kind of sticker or have a selection to pick from depending on their mood? So many questions, so few answers.

I’ve started reading the Foxfire books before bed, in what is being called the most dad move of the year

Another monster spotted in my hometown

I once heard reference to David Bowie throwing a synthesizer down a staircase to see what it would sound like afterwards. I can’t find any record of this which makes me think it didn’t happen. But is this a known apocryphal story, or did I hallucinate it? I need to know…

Are there still kids out there who’s uncles “work at Nintendo” or is that a casualty of the internet age?

Nothing is more painful than reading aloud a picture book that opens with rhyming lines then never rhymes again

I’m starting a new writing project, hopefully there’s a market for “like Gene Wolfe but with less Christian allegory and more pronouns”

The library is hiring a new children’s librarian and is having try out storytimes for the candidates. I feel bad for them, Miss B has set the bar for OC library storytime very high.

Escaflowne has some amazing world designs and art but holy cow, this is the first anime I’ve watched where the dub has been distractingly bad.

Realized today that the toddler calls the car “home” because half the time we get in it I’m saying “let’s go home.”

I keep seeing an ad for a walking app that tracks your steps on a map of Middle Earth. I would try it, but only if there’s a Dune tie in that requires you to walk without rhythm or it will reset your steps.

Someone is drawing little monsters and hiding them around town. It makes my day every time I find one.

Anyone else ever notice how post-scarcity societies (everyone has infinite funkopops) are utopian coded but post-want societies (no one is interested in funkopops) are dystopian coded?

It turns out that Gundam G-Quack is not a show about ducks piloting mechs. My disappointment is immeasurable and my day is ruined.

I feel like watching some awesome fight scenes then being made to feel like a piece of shit for enjoying the idea of violence… Gundam it is!

Large Language Models are the horseshoe theory of the anti-intellectual to intellect enthusiast spectrum.

Shout out to Last War for having some of the worst written scripts and worst acted mobile game ads I have ever seen. It’s all deeply terrible but I feel in my gut that these are all written and performed by humans. Good on you for making your slop the old fashioned way.

I see you’re using the word “unintimidating”. This seems wrong, do you mean nu-intimidating? No Scrivener, but thanks for reminding me about the late 90s.

My foreign language experience would have been much different if the high school French teacher had put issues of Metal Hurlant on her wall instead of pictures of the Eiffel Tower.

I’m happy with my first finished manuscript’s themes, plot, characters, etc… but the thing I’m most proud of is like one and a half pages dedicated to a society of dinosaurs that worships the Tyrannosaurus Deus, which they euphemistically call He Who Would Consume the World and Shit it out Anew.

I left the room for 30 seconds and came back to find my little miracle of life high centered on a stack of pillows with his head stuck under a chair. The real miracle of life is that any humans make it to adulthood.

Every spec-fic novel introduction: I have never understood why academia and the literary elite shun those imaginative works that illuminate the human experience like no other… The book: Cannibal Women in the Avocado Jungle of Death: the novelization

Me: I really want to order a physical copy of Cry for Dawn but I don’t want the local bookstore to think I’m weird. I know, I’ll pick up a copy of Gravity’s Rainbow while I’m at it. Narrator: and so everyone at the bookstore thought he was really, really weird.

Fine, I’ll accept that robots are the default autist metaphor, but in return creators need to expand from the default loveable dorks who don’t understand emotions.

It must be incredibly annoying to be a sci-fi author who everyone congratulates for predicting the future when all you were doing was reflecting the present.

The toddler continues to be a musical crapshoot. Most of the time he rejects any non kids music, but we just spent a wonderful 20 minutes pounding on the table to Abney Park.

The toddler keeps having moments where he goes “Yes!” then “No, no, no!” in a slightly raspier voice. I’m starting to think it was a bad idea to set up his crib in a dark, wet cave with a ring that whispers your darkest desires as a nightlight.