salve for my chapped soul

When the smug time traveler pointed at the eclipse in a bid for godhood, the People of the Standing Stones knew he was full of shit.

After 44 face-to-face plays, still a beautiful game.

Runebound!

CAR WARS!!!

Mario attempting to stop a giant bullet in a shot reminscent of a similar Superman scene in The Dark Knight Returns, the best graphic novel of the 80s.

Twenty million die-a by fire…if I’m-a weak…

Fuck AI.

One that’s always stuck with me: “If it’s boring to write, it’s boring to read.”

The empathy + foresight combo is a motherfucker.

In the Mary Oliver sense, one must wrestle the angel to be stained with light.

Moments away from a TPK, but hey, at least we taught the goblins basic civic administration.

Image: Fortress City Brüttelburg by Sean Äaberg

Playing DUNGEON DEGENERATES tonight!!!

NO

Haven’t read this one, but The Seventh was an amazing book.

For the two hours I was at our friendly neighborhood protest in San Diego I only saw two as well—a manosphere bro in a supercar & then a passenger trying to flip us off as the driver wrestled with them. Otherwise it was a constant stream of honking & waving. Really feels like the tide has turned.

Getting into bed is like whale-fall for an entire ecosystem.

Stop worrying about what YA books to let your kids read and let them sort it out with V C Andrews and cocaine era Stephen King as God intended

He has a genius-level IQ—so he’s smart enough to call in sick.

TrueDune™, not the remake.

As they doff their civilian clothes to reveal brightly colored costumes, The Target tells the Targeteers, "Strip for action, men." Target Comics v9 #8, 1948. Joe Certa, art.

Post a pic you took, no context, to bring some Zen to the feed. #AccidentalPhoto

These would make great bookmarks!

But how will I ever find out about the seven princesses and the five ensorcelled carboys of wizard spit that were stolen by the prophecy just before the birth of zzzzzzz… snork!

Search your camera roll for “Hell”

book strapped into a thigh holster.

book strapped into thigh holster.

BOOK. HOLSTER.

This is how I access BlueSky…

Processing the dumbest timeline daily makes me feel like an anaconda trying to digest a car battery.