i wore crayon today, and it’s distracting me when i wave my hand anywhere in my cube. it reminds me of sharpening the crayons on the back of the big box just so i could get as good of a point as possible.
From the legacy archive
From the legacy archive
i wore crayon today, and it’s distracting me when i wave my hand anywhere in my cube. it reminds me of sharpening the crayons on the back of the big box just so i could get as good of a point as possible.
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.