I’ve been having a recurring dream where Jay Baruchel, dressed like a Blockbuster Video employee, keeps calling me over a rotary phone and telling me “The fees are due. The debt will be paid”. I think I’m going to die soon.

As someone who takes therapeutical ketamine for depression it’s been kind of diminishing returns after my first and only meeting with The Cyber God Behind All Things. It never hit the same after that. I may as well be taking baby aspirin.

So when Genosha eventually starts up/forms using technology Peter directly created is he going to blow his brains out or just go “not my problem”?

Everyone is feeling bad about Clark from The Backrooms but no one is showing any sympathy for his fatass useless wife who just lost her meal ticket.

I know it’s been a few months but can we all go back and agree that the young lady in the Diner Goth article was sleeping with the guy to get away from a volatile home situation, right?

I’m either growing increasingly dyslexic or people just don’t know how to form complete sentences anymore.

I’m 85% certain I heard “Bullet” by the Misfits in a car commercial. What the fuck are we doing here people?

I just want someone to watch bad movies and sing karaoke with me.

Man, when I fumble, I F U M B L E.

It’s almost 2026. How are people still interested in trains?

Forces of evil in a Bozo nightmare.

One of my major regrets in life was not getting into the party scene when Chubby Persian/Italian/Latin Ladies wearing bodysuits and pantsless jumpers started appearing.

Dude and his cronies are going to fuck things up so bad people are going to go back to abandoning their autistic/neurodivergent babies in the woods to be eaten by wolves.