Pre-made cocktails that taste like your worst memory of kool-aid though they do eventually make you try to run through a wall.
When your hotel room faces your old office, you can wake to it every single morning.
There is a tear in the sky at sunset here in Newport.
I look like I just learned to make a mouth squint. I'm celebrating with a walk on the beach after sending off a 2,500 word story which I managed to write and edit this weekend. I haven't been that productive in a while. The story lies at the intersection of baseball and body horror. Summer is here!
The wind is up and the kiteboarders are aloft.
Stokercon is about being able to wear t-shirts that most people shrug at but instead you hang out and start thinking maybe Bizarrocon would be worth the plane ticket. @dangerslater.bsky.social wore Méliès
prêt-à-porter, because, well, it was a pretentious weekend.
Hanging out on Hanging Rock with my cousin, Kevin, in the Norman Bird Sanctuary.