(Pinned under a baby playing video games. Also yes, it was. It’s a whole mood)

(Yes, I know the freezing burn is probably part of the ritual, because what better way to commune with nature than to be made its bitch? But it was a funny thought 🥶)

Killer story. I love how you’re always able to twist the creepy crawlies around into things you wouldn’t expect

Ooooh, I’ve been trying to eye-read more, so I’m leaning toward e-books in general but for yours I can’t help but fear I’d be missing out…

That’s gotta be so validating. Not just someone who loves your work talking about it in public, but someone you probably wrote the book FOR talking about how affecting it was 🤩

Also, “I’m a monster! 🐲 I make the toilet paper into… firrrrrre.”

Now that would be worth watching

Then the play goes on to its conclusion, the team running it wins the game, and the black hoodie person joins the winning team’s celebration, removes the mask to reveal themselves, only for one of the losing defenders to hit him with a gatorade cooler before running away to the locker room!

What if, instead of that, every sport was like the Harlem Globetrotters? Like at a football game, someone calls a time out then distracts the ref and everyone, and someone in a black mask and hoodie sneaks onto the field and lets out some air from the ball before the play starts?

And so, sports fandom ends up being about the numbers and stats, and brand loyalty becomes the artificial vehicle for storytelling. “We did good this year.” Or “maybe next year”

Sports are just games played for other people’s entertainment, but the arbitrary rules and boundaries are so strict so as to manufacture stakes. Ex. a basketball player can’t just run the ball down the court, they have to dribble. A football player can’t keep running the ball if the clock is stopped

(The pop hit in question: youtu.be/zQDAi8tI-cU?...; amazing and rooted in Balochi folk music, but I want to listen to Ho99o9 dammit!)