The only music to be allowed at my funeral is the crossword puzzle jingle.

Cutting out the middle man and writing myself some form rejections. Efficiency!

Story prompt: a horror piece inspired by the subject line of today's NYT Cooking newsletter.

It's not nice to gloat to human beings, but when Microsoft Word gives you red squiggles on a word you KNOW is real, it's proper and correct to feel superior when clicking 'Add to Dictionary.'

Amazing how many rabbits this website has decided to show me.

Sometimes a guy with a neck tattoo of Jared Leto’s version of The Joker gives you the best haircut you’ve ever gotten in your life. That’s just how life is.

Pro tip: if you start your google searches with "-ai" your results won't have that pesky layer of slop on top of the actual information. Saves a tree or two, too.

Things the French are better at: resisting the far right, bread, and coming up with names for bendy pieces of metal that hold sheets of paper together.

Anyone else scroll through their Submittable graveyard and just laugh and laugh in a "well that was ambitious" kind of way? Like: wow, I was really feeling myself October 4th, 2022.

I was tired of screaming into the void. Then I got on here and *became* the void and hey I’m having a blast.

First post for my first-ever published story. Thanks @mooncityreview.bsky.social, you’ve put out a banger of an issue filled with the work of intimidatingly-talented folk.