Well, now you know. 63rd Street was an unprecedented event and I’d like to thank all those who had a hand in the making of it. So…thanks, me. And I’d like to apologize to everyone who was subjected to it. It seems like a lot has happened out in the “real” world since the last … Continue reading »
Fucking baristas, am I right? What with the coffee and all? Damn. Of course, the whole “coffee shop employee” thing was just a disguise. It would have been really anti-climactic if he were just some minimum wage java-slinger, huh? But no, our villain turns out to be a true cosmic badass. And unlike our heroes, … Continue reading »
Man, I can see why storytellers of your era like to over-use cliffhangers. You should have seen the look on your face! “Oh no, is he dead?! WTF?!” LOL, I say, in your parlance. That abbreviation always confounded me, though. I mean, I know it’s supposed to be “laughing out loud,” obviously. But what I … Continue reading »
Well, that was unsatisfying. Without the threat of severe health risks, I’m just sucking on a flaming paper tube stuffed with bits of dead plant. I guess it’s true what they say about mortals having a “death wish.” I might have enjoyed it if there was some possibility it would have killed me. But speaking … Continue reading »
Where was I? Damn, I had hoped I was farther along in the story than that. This is gonna take awhile. I’ll skip over the part about the trial/surgery. Though, I gotta tell ya, when Tommy was fishing around in that girl’s brain and accidentally brushed against some neuron or something that made her start … Continue reading »
There is a sensation to touch. An inescapable feeling that sends a billion signals to the brain and sends us to our knees, overwhelmed with the touchness of it all. I experienced touch once. And taste. And that other thing. I don’t remember if I experienced memory or not. It’s been awhile. For you see, … Continue reading »
Wha…what the hell? Where am I? Why is there a huge pile of…oh no. No! NOOOOOOOOOO!!! Goddamn it all to hell! That’s the last time I let anyone buy me a McRoofie! And there doesn’t even seem to be a door to this room. Perhaps there’s an answer in this…ugh…pile of mail… Dear Alex, You … Continue reading »
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My name is Alex. I have pop culture feelings. Updates every Wednesday and Friday. Slight tendency to edit as I go.
