Every gun owner takes the burden of these on their black shit-ass souls. I do not give a shit about any of their excuses or worries. Every one.

This song always makes me think of my grandfathers.

Every time I’m feeling down I go to a B&N on a Saturday and see teens treating the manga section like a library, and I feel spiritually-reset.

But else I’ve been forcibly exposed to about the field continues to illustrate that it’s nothing but bullshit.

I took one Econ class in college and weirdly liked it b/c the professor a) let us do a project on a detective novel starring an economist & b) we also read some book about the economics of movie theaters.

Talk about pity job placement.

Nobody will ever convince me to take economics seriously, come on.

Instead of poisoning your brain with more AI hucksters selling horseshit, go read some Yukito Ayatsuji novels where people get murdered in houses that are built like mazes on purpose.

The only nice questions I get are usually from older relatives who are impressed. My uncle Themistocles thought it was very cool and even before I finished grad school would call me “professor”.

The greatest mistake culture made was assuming most of these challenges from these types of outlets were ever in good faith. You cannot analyze or respect or debate it. They’re just fucking vultures and losers crying on-camera for money.

Nobody but an increasingly-shrinking and overcrowded ecosystem will “respect” you or remember you, nobody who promised you fame and respect will answer your emails or honor their promises. You’re a sacrificial lamb on their altar because they are devoted to killing their own young.

Also she once reviewed my short story collection NO CASTLES and was very nice about it;