at the tavern, i guessed someones favorite color tonight.
and then i guessed the correct shade of that color.
it felt weird and i think i should become a psychic.
From the legacy archive
From the legacy archive
at the tavern, i guessed someones favorite color tonight.
and then i guessed the correct shade of that color.
it felt weird and i think i should become a psychic.
You’ve found the legacy blog. It’s twenty-some years of writing, in roughly the state I left it. Spacer GIFs, old jokes, posts that did not age well; some of it is fine, some of it is a basement. I keep it online because the work was real, and because deleting old posts would feel like editing my own past.
If you’d rather see current writing, the writing page is the right door.