Flat, illustrated poster graphic of a Florida Scrub-Jay in flight titled "I'm worth more than 100 tech bros!"

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it’s a party in this blocklist!!

we’re all in good company!!!

Ah to log on and be blocked by bsky’s technical advisor for hating AI, what a lovely morning

hello to everyone else included in the "anti-ai ai haters" blocklist the technical advisor of bluesky just followed 🫡 it's an honor just to be nominated

“did you hear about—“ unless you are a Friend I Am A Hater With, no, leave me to my foibles

god I genuinely love opening up this website and not knowing shit about fuck with any new niche community drama that crosses my feed. I’m free. I’m zen. I’m drawing my little drawings

dude I had to upgrade away from my iPhone 13 mini a few months ago and I will never know peace….current phones too big for my tiny hands

is “little guys that are yellow” too loose of a category to do for a little guy zine. cause yall. I got a LOT of little guys that are yellow

A series of four panel comics. In the first panel, Emily stands with her hands on her hips, glowing with sparkles radiating from her. The narration begins: “I felt like I did a pretty good job at keeping myself afloat this winter.” Emily says a quiet “haha yaaaay.” In the second panel, a large sphere looms over Emily, casting a shadow. The narration continues, “and as if to prove me wrong, seasonal depression walloped intimate this month, the with haphazard turn of the season.” Emily gives another quiet “haha yaaay.” In the third panel, Emily attempts to pull herself out from under the sphere which is now on top of her. The narration continues, “(or, maybe just normal depression? Eh, the details aren’t important.)” Emily, from under the rock, lets out a feeble “haha yaaay.” In the fourth panel, we see repeated frames of a figure pushing a rock up a hill, repeating more and more and getting smaller and smaller down the panel. The narration continues, “I’ve written so much about these waves, these highs and lows, and I’ve certainly used this imagery before, this allusion to Greek myth—“

Another set of four panels. In the first panel, we see a hand crossing a date off a March 2026 calendar. The narration reads, “one must, I suppose, imagine Sisyphus happy, still trying even when he fails again and again.” In the second panel, Emily stands on a street corner, bundled up in a coat and greeting a friend, who leans against a phone poll. The narration continues “how Sisyphus makes an effort to be present with the people important to him.” In the third panel, Emily tromps on the treadmill, anime music blaring in the background. The narration continues, “how Sisyphus does the work, the self care even when it’s hard, the toolbox overflowing with skills.” In the fourth panel, Emily sits at her desk talking at her laptop, looking tired and stressed. The narration continues, “imagine Sisyphus telling his therapist about the anger, the fury at the injustices of the world, the rage bundled up in his chest unable to even just budge the rock.”

Another set of four panels. In the first two panels, hands push against a large bolder, the bolder being as wide as two panels. The narration reads, “but imagine—no, remember—that Sisyphus was alone.” In the third panel, we see the rock and the sky above it, and a lasso flying through the air. In the fourth panel, we see Emily peeking out from the side of the rock, wiping her forehead of sweat and reacting in shock.

One final, full page panel. We zoom out and see Emily pushing the rock, now lassoed around its middle and being pulled by a sequence of friends further up the hill. Together, they make progress. The narration concludes: “but I’m not.”

on myth

A four panel comic, rendered in blue and yellow. In the first panel, Emily walks down the sidewalk, stretching her arms out and laughing. She looks relaxed and happy, and it looks like that is a relief. The narration begins, “grasp onto the small things that keep you alive.” In the second panel, we see Emily in a movie theater, carrying nachos and a drink as she tries to find her seat among the rows, saying to herself “uh, L5, L5…” The narration continues, “life rafts as the tumult in your head threatens to capsize you.” In the third panel, we see the movie screen with the seats now in silhouette: a frame from Project Hail Mary, where Ryland Grace tearfully embraces Rocky in his ball after he’s injured. The narration continues “hope is still there, glistening through the dark.” In the fourth panel, we cut back to Emily, now with a sweatshirt drapes over her shoulders, curled up in the theater seat, and crying while smiling. The narration concludes, “for you. For all of us.”

on a sign of the times

A comic in black, white and screentone, titled “Cool Teen Mothman buys a Present.” In the first panel, Cool Teen Morhman, a bean with scrawny legs, wings, big eyes and a baseball cap turned backwards, trots down a field following a sign that reads “this way to the market.” In the second panel, CTM holds a calendar and looks panicked. The narration reads “uh oh! It’s Mothmama’s birthday tomorrow!” In the third panel, CTM stands in the market, surrounded by booths. The narration continues: “maybe some of Cool Teen Mothman’s friends can help?” Four more panels. In the first panel, CTM talks to the Lake Erie Monster, a Nessie looking creature, who holds out a hand made plushie, which CTM looks interested in. The narration reads, “this seems more like cool teen mothman’s thing.” In the second panel, CTM talks to the Tsuchinoko, who holds out a necklace. The narration continues, “Mothmama already has a necklace.” In the third panel, CTM talks to the Fresno Nightcrawler about a hat. The narration reads “has mothmama ever worn a hat?” In the fourth panel, CTM talks to Bigfoot, who holds out a candle. CTM wildly waves his wings in distress. The narration reads “definitely not that!”

Four more panels. In the first, CTM ponders. In the second, he has an idea and lights up! In the third panel, he asks Ms. Flatwoods for some markers and paper. In the fourth panel, he runs back home, paper in hand. Three final panels. In the first panel, CTM runs into the room where Mothmama is. In the second panel, he hands Mothmama the paper. In the third panel, Mothmama gives him a big hug, saying “oh my little love bug, it’s perfect!”

It’s time to join Cool Teen Mothman on a most important adventure: getting a birthday gift for Mothmama!

title text that reads “thinkin bout little guys volume 1”

Ok, little guy zine (1/4)

jesusssss, i'm so sorry dude, that's so shitty of them!!!

A photo of the inside of a movie theater showing a cup in a drink holder and a tray of nachos on a lap as the pre roll plays.

A photo of Emily, a woman with short brown hair and glasses, smiling and giving a thumbs down to the camera.

A photo of the poster for Project Hail Mary.

A screencap of a letterboxd review of Project Hail Mary: “I don’t think I’ve ever, ever, gone to a movie theater twice for a movie. But I couldn’t get this one out of my head, and I’ve been in a really horrible depressive spiral, so, here we are. It may sound like an exaggeration to say this movie has saved my life, and I am a person who adamantly abides by the idea that art is a tool in a tool box with which you save your own life, a transformative process, though ups to John Darnielle’s take on his song This Year for really beating that one into me, but in a time where my hopelessness really feels like it’s at a high that is hard to quantify, this movie is a welcome salve, a reminder that hope is real and true despite the myriad of forces that say otherwise, the fucking daily cacophony that says individualism will be our demise and our only road. Here is a story of two beings coming together to save the worlds they love and each other. A story of deciding to be brave deep down when every atom in your body wants to give into despair, DOES give into despair but then picks itself back up. Here is a movie that says that is worth something. So yes, I am the one deciding to stay alive, to keep moving and keep trying, but the art helps, gives it a new foundation or maybe just patches up one that’s in desperate need of repair. Bravery is not a gene. You just need someone to be brave for. I will be brave for all of the people I love. And for myself. I know the kind of person I am.”

A four panel comic, rendered in blue and yellow. In the first panel, Emily walks down the sidewalk, stretching her arms out and laughing. She looks relaxed and happy, and it looks like that is a relief. The narration begins, “grasp onto the small things that keep you alive.” In the second panel, we see Emily in a movie theater, carrying nachos and a drink as she tries to find her seat among the rows, saying to herself “uh, L5, L5…” The narration continues, “life rafts as the tumult in your head threatens to capsize you.” In the third panel, we see the movie screen with the seats now in silhouette: a frame from Project Hail Mary, where Ryland Grace tearfully embraces Rocky in his ball after he’s injured. The narration continues “hope is still there, glistening through the dark.” In the fourth panel, we cut back to Emily, now with a sweatshirt drapes over her shoulders, curled up in the theater seat, and crying while smiling. The narration concludes, “for you. For all of us.”

on a sign of the times

DHDKKDJDHD I LOVE THAT unfortunately I just call all of them chiikawas like I’m my mom calling every Pokémon pikachu

Is that fucking chiikawa

2+ hours bc I saw project Hail Mary again. not like, unprompted

however,,,

sometimes all you need a walk in the sunlight and to cry for 2+ hours about Ryan gosling and a little rock guy in space to feel like a person again

this may have convinced me to become a criterion subscriber tbh

ah wait ah shit how did that happen

OHHH POPPLIO TRULY IS IDEAL POKÉMON LITTLE GUY…and RIGHT when my friend mentioned the cheat I was floored, like oh I’ve truly always been like this huh

hard to tell w the acoustics if it was a neighbor or in the common area!

over a week of low batter smoke alarm beeping.........a hell i would not wish on even my worst enemy

sending soooo many hugs y'alls way, good things around the corner!!!

oh my god...i think the low battery smoke alarm beeping finally stopped.........i'm free

i have felt this for weeks but my limit is people holding up scenes from the book in awe, as if the script adapter and the actors aren't the sole reason for anything compelling about the characters

i have two hands and "the phm movie made me weep like a baby and is a salve for my tender heart" and "the author of the book is a dummy and i'd duel him in the pit" in either of them