horrible progression

there’s something in you worth loving.

you heard me.

it can be as rudimentary as the charming way you smile, or how pleasant your laugh sounds. there is something. I know how difficult it is to conceptualize; I know it’s even harder to think that these positive things, even the small ones, make up for the void – make up for all the perceived negative way we see ourselves.

to be honest there’s a lot more about us to love than what we gives ourselves credit for. it never feels like enough; we need to either be more than ourselves or nothing at all. most of the time it feels like nothing at all. but it’s not like that.

if you didn’t know it today, you are worth loving. people do love you. there are people out there that will come to love you. and there’s always time to cultivate things in ourselves that people can come to love. we’re amazingly dynamic like this.

but don’t give up.

you are worth loving.

I admit I wasn’t totally convinced by Jeremy Corbyn at the start of this election campaign, but look at this amazing Star Trek ‘the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few’ slogan! 

Maybe he won’t win, but the boy’s done damn good work here. Go out and vote for the Star Trek party tomorrow, my UK friends!

On Progressive Politics: Bad Teammates

Political ideas that have no real shot at being implemented are worthless. This doesn’t mean grand, idealistic policies shouldn’t be discussed and worked towards.  What it does mean is they need to be treated for what they are-wishful things that need to be worked towards often one step, one inch at a time with the realization due to uncontrollable variables and circumstances, the ideal may never be attained.

When I was much, much younger, I wanted to play professional basketball. It was my dream.  It was my passion.  I practiced 4-6 hours every single day, 365 days a year from the time I was twelve until I was nineteen.  I turned out to be a pretty good basketball player. Unfortunately, there were thousands of others my age who were much better than me who got college scholarships.  No matter how much I wanted it or how hard I worked, playing in the NBA wasn’t a realistic dream.  However, I was able to use this dream to make myself, a musically gifted, non-athletic kid, a pretty good basketball player who could hold my own with a lot of college players.  As much as I wanted to play pro, let alone college ball, I am not disappointed that I didn’t reach my goal because I know I got the absolute most out of my talents as was possible.  I moved the bar as far forwards as was possible.

If I would have had the mindset of many progressives, I would have quit playing ball in middle school and/or would be bitching and moaning today about how I was denied my dream.  It doesn’t matter how unrealistic the dream.  It doesn’t matter the context or circumstances or limitations, if the ideal cannot be reached and reached RIGHT NOW, it is okay to give up, make bad choices, pout, whine… anything other than doing whatever you can to make the most out of the hand you’ve been dealt (yes I know I’m mixing basketball and poker metaphors.)

Progressivism is about striving towards ideals.  The very definition of ‘progress’ is: forward or onward movement toward a destination. Notice the definition isn’t: reaching a specific destination. It is moving forward, towards a desired destination.  Sometimes political progress is quick and large but it is mostly slow and small.  As long as progress is being made that is what really matters.  Even when progress is set back, it is important to look at the big picture and not a single snapshot of a particular moment in time.  Think about how many political setbacks happened before women got the right to vote, before the Civil Rights Act was passed, before the Obergefell versus Hodges decision granted gays the right to marry.  If people gave up because things weren’t progressing like they wanted or because of setbacks, none of these progressive causes would have happened.

Working towards and seeing the big picture is what real progressives do. They don’t get too down after a setback and certainly don’t give up. They don’t abandon the process and apparatus that was responsible for past progress.  They sure as fuck don’t attack the people who have dedicated their lives, given their hearts, sometimes even given their blood for progress because whatever their dreams happen to haven’t been reached.  A true progressive honors those how fought the battles before them picks up the battle where it was left off and fights on regardless of the stage of the battle.  They also aggressively defend ground already won through the sacrifices and hard work of others.

I cannot even begin to count the number of people I know who claim they are dyed-in-the-wool progressives who spent the last year violating every single quality it takes to be progressive.  I witnessed them attack progressives like Nancy Pelosi, Hillary Clinton, John Lewis, Barack Obama… people who have spent a lot of time and energy fighting for progressive values.  I listened to them go through mental and linguistic gymnastics that would make a Cirque du Soleil performer blush in order to rationalize their atrocious positions and strategies.  I watched them be more than willing to allow decades of hard-earned progress on women’s rights, gay rights, civil rights, voting rights, the environment… be cast aside because they felt progress wasn’t happening fast enough and in the EXACT ways they wanted it.  

Context didn’t matter.  How government actually works didn’t matter.  History didn’t matter.  Nothing mattered to the bitchy progressives who didn’t get the ponies they didn’t do a damn thing to earn but demanded they get.  The fruits of the participation trophy generation are rancid, poisonous, and unbelievably stupid. People whose total political effort is being a keyboard commando on social media are churning out ill-conceived and re-damn-fucking-diculous things they know nothing about to the point where the theory an infinite number of monkeys typing will replicate the works of Shakespeare has been disproved.  They don’t turn out Shakespeare.  They turn out hot takes.

If you don’t understand this, don’t want to understand it or deny it, I really cannot consider you a progressive. At best, you are “progressive-lite.” You might talk the progressive talk but you aren’t walking the progressive walk.  Staying home during elections will NEVER FUCKING EVER move things forward.  Voting for third-party candidates who have zero chance of winning and even if they did have no political clout will NEVER FUCKING EVER move things forwards. Every single person who believes not voting or voting third-party will lead to progress, let alone significant progress is either grossly misinformed, completely ignorant or arrogantly stubborn. What they aren’t is progressive.

Making decisions based on the political system you WANT instead of the one that EXISTS is being a bad citizen and a horrible progressive.  We don’t have a parliamentary system where minority parties can have an influence on policies through aligning themselves with other parties. Like it or not, we have a bicameral system where two major parties exist and fight for elections and policies.  WANTING this to not be the case will NEVER FUCKING EVER make it true.  Teddy Fucking Roosevelt was one of the most popular presidents in our history but when he ran as a third-party candidate in 1912, all he did was divide the Republican vote and hand the election to Woodrow Wilson in a landslide.  The only thing Ralph Nader and Jill Stein and their supporters every accomplished politically was to hand the presidency to George W. Bush and Donald Trump.  The only thing so-called “progressives” ever accomplished was allowing a demographically limited party of conservatives take over the majority of state governorships, state legislatures, Congress, and the White House. This is where I stand up, sarcastically slow clap, and say, “Bra-fuckin-o.”

You don’t vote for a candidate for the system you want but for the one that exists.  To do otherwise is a sign of political ignorance and/or stunning selfishness.  This doesn’t mean your voice shouldn’t be heard.  There is a time and place for this-before and during the primaries.  Primaries are when everyone gets a seat at the table to express their opinion about who they want to represent them and why. However, once the primaries are over and a candidate has been selected, your individual voice takes a backseat to the wants and needs of the whole.  To be upset your preferred candidate didn’t win the nomination is absolutely no reason to not vote or vote third-party.  You know who will NEVER FUCKING EVER move the progressive bar forward?  People you don’t vote for and people who will never win and never have any power if they do.  You know who will NEVER FUCKING EVER move the progressive bar forward? Conservatives who win elections because too many “progressives” are politically naive, ignorant or stubborn.

Arguing against this, throwing temper tantrums about it, wishing it would be different will NEVER FUCKING EVER make it not true.  What doing these will accomplish is keeping progress from happening and if done enough, will ensure past progress is lost.

This should be very easy to understand but the fact I have to constantly point it out to people who adamantly tell me they are “progressive,” is disheartening and tells me a lot about why we are in the current state we are in.  Conservatives are not the only ones who can’t pass basic civics.  I expect conservatives to not give a damn about how government works because they believe the government is a bad idea except when it comes to having a military.  I sure as hell expect people who believe the government is not only important but necessary for the betterment of its citizens to have a third-grade level grasp from how government works and elections occur to how laws are made.  

Progressives keep telling me we need to be “united” against Trump and the Republican Party but many of the ones telling me this are the very same people whose direct actions are responsible for the situation we must all now “unite” in order to fight.  We are in this position because they failed to be good progressives and they refuse to admit their ignorance and culpability.  Instead, they are doubling down on their horrid political takes and strategies demanding the rest of us have to follow in order to have political success.  Mind you these are people who haven’t won a damn thing, wield no political power, have never shown any ability to win county drain commissioner but the entire Democratic Party must yield to their political “expertise.” 

You know who did know how to win elections and hand conservatives their political asses?  Barack Obama.  With a working majority for less than a couple of months out of eight years, he was able to move the progressive bar forward a great deal.  Every Democratic President since FDR tried to get major health care reform passed.  They all failed.  He expanded LGBT rights, environmental rights, consumer’s rights… and progressives rewarded his efforts by pouting and sitting out the 2010 midterms which led to a GOP takeover of the U.S. House and many traditional blue state governments.  It led to them doing the same in 2014, this time giving Republicans control of the U.S. Senate which ultimately ended up costing progressives a Supreme Court justice.  Instead of following Obama’s lead and heeding his pleas, too many progressives decided they know better how to win elections and get progress accomplished.  So far, their record since 2010 is a whopping FUCK TON and zero.  Yet, despite showing absolutely no ability to win county animal control officer, this group of progressives are adamant they know better than President Obama.  It is unfuckingbelievable and insulting as hell.

For all the excitement and energy many progressives exuded for Bernie Sanders, none of it has translated into any political wins.  Not for Bernie.  Not for Bernie supported candidates.  Not for Bernie-aligned candidates.  It’s not like he is batting .500 or even .300.  So far this wing of progressivism hasn’t gotten a single hit.  They are 0 for a lot.  There are ball and towel boys in Single-A with better hitting stats.

Anyone willing to step away from their emotional attachment to Bernie should be able to see that his “movement” isn’t a political movement, it is a cult of personality.  For whatever reasons, Bernie is able to attract a lot of attention and devotion.  Personally, I have no idea how or why but I don’t deny it happens.  What is true is this devotion starts and ends with Bernie.  Neither he or his supporters have been able to generate any meaningful energy and votes for anyone other than Bernie.  That many progressives either don’t or won’t see this flaw is very troublesome to me.  What is even more troublesome is these very same “progressives” are blaming the progressives who have devoted their lives, efforts, and blood to get the progress made the past fifty years for our current situation.  Sorry, but the only response I will ever have to these people is, “GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!”

There should be one and only one goal right now for anyone claiming to be a progressive-MAKE SURE CONSERVATIVES DON’T WIN ANY ELECTIONS FROM HOMECOMING KING/QUEEN TO THE PRESIDENCY.   ANYTHING less than this, ANYTHING that takes attention away from this, ANYTHING other than this should be completely ignored.  ANYONE who claims differently should be viewed suspiciously, their progressive cred seriously questioned, and progressive ID confiscated until further notice.

For most of my adult life, Republicans have done everything they can to make government not function properly.  In many ways, they have succeeded.  However, the real damage they’ve done isn’t to the government itself but to attitudes about government.  People are jaded and upset about how the government has failed them.  They don’t blame those responsible for fucking up the system.  They blame everyone in the system.  The media is guilty of helping Republicans create this image.  When Republicans fail to do something that polls strongly, it is never portrayed as “Republicans failed to do_______.”  It is always, “Congress failed to do_______.”  This portrayal is mimicked by the public, including progressives, to the point where it becomes gospel and is the impetus for most of the “Democratic Party has abandoned___,” “Democrats have forgotten____” stupid fucking hot takes.  

If progressives want a better, more functional government, all they need to do is make sure conservatives are the minority.  If they want a very functional government, they need to make sure progressives have very large majorities.  In order to accomplish these things, progressives need to do the following:

1-Get out and vote in every election for the progressive who has the best chance of winning regardless of your personal feelings about the candidate(s).
2-Never allow conservatives the opportunity to undo progress already fought for and won.
3-Learn how government actually works.
4-Stop parroting right-wing talking points about anything but especially about fellow progressives.
5-Understand voting is a personal responsibility but with societal consequences (it isn’t about you.)
6-Come to terms with the fact our entire system of government was intentionally built to prevent quick, massive changes in policies.
7-Learn how to place blame where it belongs.
8-Realize progress can’t be judged by looking at a single moment in time but rather by seeing long-term trends.
9-Understand we have a bicameral system and the only way progress be achieved is through one of the two parties.
10-Stop placing purity tests on candidates, especially ones in districts, areas, states…whose elections won’t impact you.
11-Remember the worst progressive is always preferable to the best conservative by a wide margin.
12-Quit using terms like “establishment,” “pragmatism,” and “cooperation” as pejoratives.
13-Realize fake news isn’t just something conservatives fall prey to.
14-Stop claiming that addressing economic issues will resolve racial ones.
15-Be a true ally of those are members of your base, especially people who are most vulnerable to conservative policies.

To me, this list is pretty self-explanatory, commonsensical, and easy to do.  Because I view it this way, I am having a real difficult time dealing with people who claim to want and value the same things I do, who argue and fight against this especially when the stakes are so high and the damage done by allowing conservatives to have power so devastating to the very things they claim are important to them.  I’m having a really hard time being lectured about politics and political strategy by people whose entire political experience is bitching about it on social media.  I’m having a hard time listening to people with no sense of self-reflection bitch about consequences that came about because of their action/inaction.  I’m having a hard time listening to people tell me they are progressive but seem willing and sometimes eager to allow past progress to be rolled back.  I’m having a hard time watching the hard work of progressives past be cast aside so easily by conservatives while so-called progressives myopically demand their pet progress be immediately addressed.  

I am having a really difficult time listening to people who told me for months that using the undoing of The Affordable Care Act, the seating of a conservative Supreme Court Justice, the allowing of the Dakota pipeline, the unraveling of Dodd-Frank, the screwing of Dreamers… as reasons to oppose Trump and vote for Hillary, turn around and bitch nonstop as these easily preventable consequences are becoming realities.  Maybe a bigger person can overlook this.  I’m not that person.  I’m fifty-six years old.  My entire life has been dedicated to doing whatever I can to help this country live up to its ideals of justice and equality.  In my lifetime, I’ve gone from watching Civil Rights activists beaten and firehosed to the election of the first black president.  I’ve gone from it being illegal for whites to marry blacks to gay marriage being the law of the land.  I’ve gone from women not being able to have their own credit card to earning the most votes, by 3 million, in a presidential election.  As great as all these progressive things and more have been, they could easily have been more if progressives had an ounce of fucking common sense and political acumen.  Come back full circle to basketball, being a progress is like being on a team with the best coach and the best players but too many of the players are prone to unforced turnovers and are more concerned with their personal stats than the team’s accomplishments.  I hated having this type of player on my team.   I still do.

things done:

  • interview protocols
  • motivation 
  • related work
  • implementation
  • evaluation
  • reflection
  • conclusions and future work

things left to doooooo after twenty minute break:

  • implement minor changes
  • document minor changes
  • write the whole entire thing on the design

things left to do after nap if time permits it:

  • fluff the thing up some more
Mistletoe Isn’t Enough

Happy Holidays!  This @mlsecretsanta story is for @feathersnow



Mistletoe Isn’t Enough

Marinette woke up warm. Not that she didn’t normally, but considering she didn’t feel the weight of multiple blankets it was obvious what, or rather who, was generating the heat. Clutching her pillow she curled up a bit, enjoying not having to wake up in a panic like she did most school mornings.

“Morning Marinette,” his voice was soft as he greeted her.  Marinette peeked open an eye to look over at Adrien, who was sitting up in her bed, with a book in hand.  She smiled but didn’t say anything.  It was too early for words.  “I heard movement in the kitchen.  I think your mother is finishing up making breakfast.”

So much for staying in bed, though at this point her mother probably wouldn’t blink an eye if Adrien came down stairs by himself.  Still it would be impolite.  Marinette stretched and yawned.  How did they get to this point?

It had been several months now since Adrien and her had discovered each other’s identity.  It had been a surprise of course, but it had strengthen their teamwork, their partnership and their friendship.  Granted not everyone thought it was a friendship.  Her parents were convinced they were dating and while Marinette wished that were the case, it simply wasn’t true.  Adrien was the person she trusted most in the world, and by extension loved more than anyone else.  It was too bad that he just saw her as a friend. As Chat Noir he would joke and banter and flirt with her on the battlefield and it was a great stress reliever to have that sort of playfulness.  Most the time. At school, she had been one of his first friends that wasn’t pre-approved by his handlers.  A rocky start that he smoothed over with his good nature.  He just had no idea how much of an effect his kindness and vulnerability had on her starting that day.

“Good morning Mama,” Marinette called out as she descended the stairs from her room, Adrien following behind.

“Ah, good morning kids,” Sabine looked over, smiling widely and going over to give Marinette and Adrien both a kiss on the cheek.  “Thank you for leaving me a note last night so I made enough for breakfast by the way.”

Adrien shook his head even as he went over to the cupboard to pull out plates. “No, thank you for making breakfast.”

“Of course dear, but why did you come over so late?” While the question was reasonable, there was mischievous twinkle in Sabine’s eyes.

The thing was, often times Adrien and her did not plan on their little sleepovers.  It had originally started after the reveal.  There had been so much to talk about that it seemed pointless trying to patrol and get through all of things they wanted to discuss.  So he would invite her over or she him.  They would lay on whoever’s bed just talking until it became so late they could barely keep their eyes open. Adrien would try to leave her the bed to either sleep on his coach or her lounge chair, but she would insist he stay. It wasn’t fair, she would point out, for him to be kicked out of his bed or for her to be a bad hostess and not let him sleep in hers. Both beds easily accommodated them after all. And so they got in the habit of sleeping beside each other.

That didn’t mean there were not times where Marinette wouldn’t look at his sleeping face and wonder how she got so lucky that Adrien Agreste was her partner, because even Ladybug couldn’t be that lucky, could she?  Apparently she was though.  They snuck out of each other’s rooms the first few times and then they finally threw caution to the wind.  Maybe that’s why everyone just assumed they were dating now.

“I made the mistake of mentioning that we were baking Christmas cookies today,” Marinette said rolling her eyes, not realizing just how fond the smile on her lips were.

“Another helping hand will be nice,” Sabine said as she started dishing up the breakfast for them.

Later, when they had finished eating, when they volunteered to clean up the breakfast mess and then went and cleaned up themselves and got dressed for the day, they went down to the bakery. In hindsight Marinette should have seen it coming, but she didn’t and so when her and Adrien went behind the counter all her father did was point above their heads. The lipstick her father was sporting suggested that it was not just for Adrien and her benefit. Still she resented the little green plant hanging from the ceiling, because really she would have loved to have kissed Adrien senseless, but that wasn’t going to happen.

Keep reading

Updated index of all stories, series, and poems (September 16, 2016)

Transfigurations: A small, self-published collection of my favorite short stories from 2015.

Individual Stories


A Life Worth Living: Big changes lead to bigger results.
An Artist’s Canvas: The beauty of symmetry.
Allison’s Loss: My daughter is devastated by the death of her friend.
All Thumbs: My embarrassing habit.
A Very Bad Place to Hide: Maybe even the worst.
Amy’s Wish: Blow away the eyelash and make a wish!
An Unlucky Samaritan: Think twice before stopping to help.
Assisted Suicide: He begged me to help him die.
Attempts to Repair the Irreparable: How do you move on?
Bad Sex: Has this ever happened to you and your partner?
Bluebirds: Possibly the most reprehensible thing I’ve ever written.
Bluefin: Use caution when poaching an endangered species.
Body Hair Removal: I learned a valuable lesson.
Butt Stuff: The activity - not the other thing.
Charles Robert Olevsky: Ever Google yourself?
Coping Mechanisms: Life after losing a husband and a daughter.
Cracks in the Foundation: A relationship on the edge.
Dial Tone: What’s going on with my phone?
Dilation and Evacuation: A friend in need is a friend indeed.
Double Dare: The long-lost episode never seen in the US.
Elective Surgery: I just want him to be happy.
ExpressionCaptioner.com: This website is seriously weird.
Family Tree: A unique family tradition is revealed.
Farm to Table: Fucking hipsters.
For Lena and Clair: Trapped after an earthquake.
He Went Ahead: My friends and I were into urban exploration.
House Sounds: What do we keep hearing?
I Dream of Names and Cancer: My eternal nightmare.
If Anyone Asks: An old farmer notices something about his scarecrow.
I’ll Never Wear a Condom Again: No way, no how.
In Praise of Our God: A helpful neighbor.
Jim Jameson’s Pumpkins: A dead farmer’s secrets.
Little Cows: Meet the milkmaid.
Making Their Dad Proud: A family that plays together…
Malique, part 1: An older couple adopts a troubled boy.
Medical Issue: What’s the stuff I found on a rock?
My Brother’s Fall: Horror deep below the Iraqi desert.
My Sister Found the Coolest Thing!: You’ve gotta hear about it.
My Trouble With Fairies: They’re so mischievous and unpredictable!
Nests: Ah, the great outdoors.
Otter: I’ve always wanted to be one.
Phone Sex: It all started when I realized my iPhone was self-lubricating.
Pool Cover: I almost drowned when I was 13.
Pray Away: Conversion therapy for deviant behavior.
Prosopagnosia: After an accident, my husband couldn’t recognize us.
Pumpkin Spice and Everything Nice: What can be better?
Quarry: Trying to beat the heat on a summer day.
Rats in the Barn: An exterminator’s apprentice.
Recycling: Parents try to understand their depressed daughter.
Regarding Danny and Micah Stevenson: Two brothers rely on one another.
Roo: An old man watches a girl grow up.
Ropes: Be careful what you eat.
Safety: Our grandfather was obsessed with it.
Seed of Man, Pollen of Angels: A family tradition.
Skincare Diary: My acne was getting out of hand.
Soft Teeth: A man used to sneak into my room at night.
Still a Family: Two sisters have lunch while waiting for their parents.
Stop Being Such Babies: The woods aren’t scary, for fuck’s sake.
The Bleakness Before Our Old Eyes: The Universe tasted us that night.
The Blissful Insensate: An experiment goes terribly wrong.
The Cotard Delusion: A new drug has a frightening side-effect.
The Day I Started Believing In Ghosts: I’m still in shock.
The Face in the Clouds: A meteorological anomaly? Or something else?
The Floor is Lava: We all used to play that game, right?
The Least Satisfying Explanation: And the biggest understatement I’ve made.
The Little Ghost: That nagging voice inside your head.
The Lord of Hosts: Lice
The Old Mine Outside Town: Everyone was too scared to go in. I wasn’t.
The Only Thing That Matters: Zombies attack a supermarket.
The Tomb of the Builders: Divers looking for treasure find something evil.
The Wisdom of Moms: Mother knows best.
To Adore: Our beautiful baby girl.
To the Kind Folks at WebMD: Just a couple questions.
Tunnel Rat: My grandfather told us the worst story I’ve ever heard. Seriously.
Uncle Liam: I never told the real story about how he died.
Walnuts: A true story from a few years ago.
What’s Wrong With My Sister?: Anyone know?
Whistleblower: I can’t keep this secret anymore.
Why I Don’t Hike Anymore: Not what you might think.


A Curious Dog: My dog won’t stop pawing at a wall in the basement.
Alternative Medicine: A wife treats her husband with an old remedy.
Bitumen: A man who loves dinosaurs.
Body Cast: The worst thing that can happen when you’re immobilized.
Centipedes: The other worst thing.
Christmas Morning With Danny and His New Puppy: Danny gets a puppy.
Comfort Food: Anything to help fill that void.
Diary of a Woman in New Hampshire: Found a diary. Wtf.
Division: Nothing is right.
Dumbwaiter: A family learns something about their house.
Fertility Treatments: Some people are desperate to have a baby.
Fluids, part 1: Monique: Just gross.
Great Potential: A lady who loves children.
Instantiations: An AI gets powerful and utilitarianism rears its head.
Licks From a Bear: Skull + electric drill = story.
Malcolm: You know those floaty things in your eyes?
My Constellation: Want to be sad? This will make you sad.
My Sweet Boy: A mom who loves her son.
My Wife, the Artist: A couple who loves Halloween.
Network Security: Two friends get a glimpse of a Russian science lab.
Ouroboros: Why cut when you can cut off?
Pretty Little Bugs: A new job as a cameraman.
Round Faces: My daughter keeps complaining about monsters.
Snapshot of a New Man: Evil (Inspiration for The Coronation Cycles series.)
Teeny-Tiny: Katie wants to lose weight.
The Chernobyl Abomination: My father saw something he shouldn’t have.
The Gray in Girl: A man finds a girl on the side of the road.
Under My Teeth: My mouth is screaming.
Uplift: A brilliant scientist works to improve the human condition.
What He Told Me: Evil (Inspiration for The Coronation Cycles series.)
Wiggle: Claustrophobia, maybe?
Windows to the Soul: A child burns.

Story Series

Tales from Social Media (in progress)

Something horrible is happening to me on Tumblr
Something horrible is happening to me on Facebook
Something horrible is happening to me on Reddit
Something horrible is happening to me on Grindr
Something horrible is happening to me on Google+
Something horrible is happening to me on Myspace
Something horrible is happening to me on Pokemon Go

Runners (in progress)

Prelude, 2/2

Slough: part 1
Slough: part 2

Before, 6/6

Far Too Little Progress
Far Too Little Air
Far Too Little Pleasure
Far Too Little Autonomy
Far Too Little Courage
Far Too Little Sanity

Interlude, 1/1

3D Printing

During, 6/6

Far Too Much Blood
Far Too Many Flies
Far Too Many Mushrooms
Far Too Much Distortion
Far Too Many Steps
Far Too Much Sex

After, 4/6

Just Enough Illumination
Barely Enough Contraception
Not Enough Interrogation
Never Enough Bones

Related Evidence, 1/

The Exquisite Pleasure of Physical Degeneration

The Abyssal Plain (in progress)
In our quest to drill for more and more oil, we finally went too deep.

Part 1

Tiny Wet Footprints (in progress)

Part 1     Part 2

Fairfield County (on hold)

Part 1: Lake Mohegan and the Cascades

What I’ve Seen (in progress)
I was diagnosed with childhood schizophrenia after experiencing a series of traumatic events. I was told they never really happened. But I know they did.

Part 1     Part 2     Part 3     Part 4    
Part 5     Part 6     Part 7     Part 8
Part 9

The Coronation Cycles (in progress)
Hers were strategies of disintegration.

Cycle One: The Purpose of Joy
Cycle Two: The First Steps Toward Ascension
Cycle Three: The Christmas Party
Cycle Four: Dashcam Audio Evidence, 01022016
Cycle Five: The Wet Nurse
Cycle Six: The Drooling Womb of the Sky

Sockets (on hold)
Craigslist allows one to meeting interesting people.

Part 1     Part 2     Part 3


A Wandering Stream
Extinguish the Stars

Unsettling Stories is on Facebook.

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I hope you enjoyed today’s comics! It sure was fun trying to find new ways to make them. Kind of pained me as an artist, though, haha!

In case you’re wondering, I’m still doing regular, single-comic updates on Saturdays, aside from tomorrow. I’ll see you next week with a new non-clip art, non-stock image comic!



It’s highly illegal and dangerous to send yourself through the mail! Why does everyone think it’s okay? I’ll impose a fine, you know? A fine!!

[[Nitori gives me the impression of one of those child actors that grows up to be a horrible person. Watching her progress from the shy ally of humans in MoF to the profiteering prick in HM… It was quite a shock. I’m not sure what being that rude to Byakuren will net you with Eiki, but I can assure you it isn’t Heaven.]]

every time i hear the movie bambi being used in the context of “a sissy baby movie for babies” by someone i’m just like

how long has it been since you last saw bambi

because seriously, the first half of the movie is all cute and cuddly, and that tends to be what people remember, up until bambi’s mom gets shot.

and dude, that part’s fucked up as heck. but it’s here that the memories seem to just stop. and i’m like… you realize that the first half of the movie was just there to set up the further life of MAYHEM AND HORROR that this fuckin deer experiences.

i’m gonna talk about it in excruciating and probably exaggerated detail but for now have some BAMBI TRIGGER WARNINGS: animal peril, animal suffering, animal death, EVERYTHING GETS PROGRESSIVELY MORE HORRIBLE

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