NOT CONTENT TO LET ME SWELTER IN PEACE, that rascal Bel over at Tales Of The Argonaut threw down the GAUNTLET OF CHALLENGE OF ANOTHER MONTH-LONG BLOGATHON; admittedly it was too hot to pick up at first, but once I went inside, grabbed a potholder, came back out and pincer-grabbed it I ACCEPTED WITH VIGOR.
Blaugust 2023, Day 15: A Hundred Silent Symmetries
I AM SORRY TO HAVE MISSED YESTERDAY’S POST. I had a bad brain day; nothing serious, just a big ol’ mental Foggy Bottom Boi settling down onto my noggin like a cat onto a television remote, heedless of whether I had things to do or whether I actually wanted to watch another episode of Star…
Blaugust 2023, Day 13: The Moleman Of Coleman, Texas
I STAYED UP TOO LATE READING COMICS, got up too early because cats are the worst, and have sought solace in the embrace of Hawai’ian sweet-rolls, so I don’t have another giant post in me today wherein I hint obliquely at a Fortean worldview that, if I’m being honest, probably didn’t surprise anyone, least of…
Blaugust 2023, Day 12: The Elemental Dave
Okay, I spent all of lunch catching up on all of the alien news I missed last month, and I put together a little digest for you: Three dudes said they’ve Seen Some Shit but can’t get into it, but trust them, it would blow our minds. This, to me, puts them roughly on the…
Blaugust 2023, Day 11: #ATCAB (All Time-Cops Are Bad)
NOTHING NEW OR EXCITING HAS HAPPENED SINCE LAST NIGHT, TODAY I TOOK MISU1 TO THE VET FOR HIS HANDSOME PILLS AND THEN PLAYED CONTROL AND CAUGHT UP ON MADDOW WHILE JOB HUNTING. Before we begin, I have for you a fun fact and a sincere, out-of-character plea.The fun fact is this: the molecules in THC…
Blaugust 2023, Day 10: If Goozle It Must
This post brought to you by Brian’s Hat. I will tell you a true story. I’ve been reading Tarot for friends and family for years, which actually tells you a lot about the space I occupy in our family constellation; if you need someone tall who knows how to do drywall stuff you call Clarf,…
Blaugust 2023, Day 9: Presently A Local Mormon Cryptid
So I’m not usually one for multiplayer games–I was an only child, so for me video games are for playing alone in your room at 3am while listening to Queen and Pink Floyd’s The Wall on repeat, wondering why God would give you the desire to beat Raijin and Fujin in Balamb but not the…
Blaugust 2023, Day 8: Bamboozled By A Misu’s Guile
So listen, sometimes you know you have a job interview in 20 minutes, so you prep as best you can, you try to find a “Play This Right Before Your Interview To Get Hype” playlist on Spotify, then remember you’re old and don’t know any of these songs (which doesn’t mean they’re bad, just that…
Blaugust 2023, Day 7: Look At Me; I Am The Muchacho Now
THERE IS NO NEWS TODAY, mine is not a life fast-paced enough to generate new Items of Interest for 30 friggin’ days in a row; frankly that sounds terrifying and exhausting, and if that is true of you, I offer you my respect, sympathy, and the number of a good fake-your-death consultant. I do hope…
Blaugust 2023, Day 6: ACABRACADABRA.
Gang the place we get our groceries from–our vittle-gitter–ran out of the 1% milk we normally get for heart-health reasons, so we’ve been rocking that 2% life and I feel like I’m gonna go to jail if I get caught enjoying Corn Pops this much. Mine is the life of a king! A…Dairy King. #13:…
Blaugust 2023, Day 5: Belly Up To The Low Barsoom
No cold open. Because things are about to get hot in here. Hot with YELLING. FOR SOME REASON THE SCREENSHOT DID NOT SAVE, so you will have to take my word–rely upon the strength of the Bageler’s Bond™️–that it was #7. #7: What piece of content would you most like to have a sequel or…
Blaugust 2023, Day 4: Caught Between Weyoun And New York City
First, another shoutout to ANOTHER PAL WHO HAS FALLEN ‘NEATH THE BLADE OF BLAUGUST as I swing it to and fro among my friend-group, heedless of how many sandwiches I accidentally cut in half, which, you’re welcome, jeez. It’s my buddy Isaac! He’s one third of The Jackson Two (SHUT UP YOUR MATH DOESN’T MAKE…
Blaugust 2023, Day 3: Chomp And CircumDanCe
Ahhhh, Blaugust is making me nostalgic for the far-gone days of Bloganuary, mostly in that my life is still not interesting or busy enough to generate two introduction-topics on sequential days. Uhhhhhhh I dunno, here have a Misu: That’s the stuff! You gotta give the people what they want. Alright, the masses have been pleased,…
Blaugust 2023, Day 2: For Those About To Rocktopus, We Subscribe You
I have a cousin, a connoisseur of jokes that would make a priest cry, but he knows my sensibilities run more toward the strange and gleefully dumb than the profane and vulgar, so every once in a while he finds one at a horrible-joke garage sale and saves it for me. I present it to…
Blaugust 2023, Day 1: Bajor League Faceball
MY TEETH ARE SHARP, MY TYPERS ARE TAUT, AND MY MUG IS FILLED WITH AN ENERGY DRINK FROM AN EASTERN-EUROPEAN COUNTRY THAT NO LONGER EXISTS, WHOSE CANS BOAST “FIVE CUBES OF ENERGON PER ALIQUOT”, “NOW WITH ANGRIER MOLECULES”, AND “SOLID STATE”. LET’S DO THIS. Before we begin, I’d like to shout out my pal of…
Blaugust 2023 is Coming, Or, The Sweat Of A Voltron’s Brow
THIS IS NOT A DRILL. THIS IS NOT EVEN AN AWL, OR THE TERRIBLE, HOLLOW FANG OF LA ARAÑA. THIS. IS. BLAUGUST APPARENTLY. This news was brought to me, as so much is, by my pal Renard over in his world; go check out his archive, he’s the best! One could be forgiven for thinking…