Some people go places and then things happen to them and those things are bad for them, but not necessarily bad for their predators.

All the elves are on furlough, so this is the best we could come up with, and let’s be honest, it’s a disappointment, but you’re used to that by now.

There is a lot of space in space.

Here is a story about a depressing sounding place where a kid is asking questions and his stuffed friends are doing their best to give some sound advice.

Oh man, maybe things are getting better, but are they not also getting worse? Mathematically speaking, really bad + fucking horrifying + inhuman - a few bad people perhaps temporarily = still very bad.

A shallow dive into a divided America.

Oh no he didn’t. Oh yes he did.

This one guy walks into a bar.

This is a story about how the author is afraid we’ll all soon be dumb and afraid and nobody will remember how to make electricity.

Dumb stuff blurs along in shapes and sounds you reassemble in your imagination because it’s a gift your brain gave you, and because you’re bored, and secretly anxious and fed up and scared and tired and nearly deceased. Enjoy!