i got in at 6:30 this morning. the spiders that live in my side-view mirror were like, “wtf is the car doing moving about so early?” they were confused.
From the legacy archive
From the legacy archive
i got in at 6:30 this morning. the spiders that live in my side-view mirror were like, “wtf is the car doing moving about so early?” they were confused.
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.