The Day Before the New, Improved Beginning of the End (99)
Another freakishly warm day. But, you know, it's all a Chinese hoax or moonbat propaganda or Jewish laser beams operated by lizard people from the constellations Orion, Sirius, and Draco, but it's not possibly the metric fucktons of carbon dioxide and methane we're pumping into the atmosphere. Our high today was 84˚F, with a heat index of 86˚F.
I wrote 1,085 words on the new Tinfoil Dossier novella. Oh, and we got the cover reveal on Living a Boy's Adventure Tale (see below). It came out even better than I expected. John Conway's painting is perfect. I exchanged email with my agent, SubPress, Jun Ebersole, and the John Hay Library. I talked mosasaurs with Amelia Zietlow, postdoc at the American Museum. I did more work organizing the photos for the MP2 figures.
In short, I kept myself busy and tried hard not to thing about the horror that will be visited upon the country tomorrow.
Try not to think of a white elephant.
Marco Rubio looks at at blood moon and says even the moon's on their side. Which oughta tell you loads.
If I had written this future, it would have been deemed outlandish. A failed billionaire and reality TV star fans the flames of latent fascism in America, bringing democracy to the edge of collapse. The richest man in the world, who wants to go to Mars, wrecks Twitter, which has somehow become something that matters. Atmospheric CO2 has risen to more than 400 ppm for the first time in many millions of years and the global temperature is somewhere between 1.1 °C and 1.7 °C higher than pre-industrial levels. The icecaps, glaciers, and tundra are melting...fast. Men with guns stand outside polling places to intimidate brown people. There's something called TikTok that's even more toxic than Twitter. We land probes on asteroids, and no one cares.
I feel like this is the last semi-normal evening we in America will ever know. An age ends here.
Meanwhile, we're really loving Pennyworth. It's damn near brilliant. And I was shocked to see there are three seasons. Shocked, but pleased.
Please have a look at the Big Cartel shop. Even at the end of the world as we know, I gotta pay bills.
Later Tater Beans (Please Vote),
Aunt Beast
Cover art for Living a Boy's Adventure Tale, forthcoming in 2023 from Subterranean Press.
I wrote 1,085 words on the new Tinfoil Dossier novella. Oh, and we got the cover reveal on Living a Boy's Adventure Tale (see below). It came out even better than I expected. John Conway's painting is perfect. I exchanged email with my agent, SubPress, Jun Ebersole, and the John Hay Library. I talked mosasaurs with Amelia Zietlow, postdoc at the American Museum. I did more work organizing the photos for the MP2 figures.
In short, I kept myself busy and tried hard not to thing about the horror that will be visited upon the country tomorrow.
Try not to think of a white elephant.
Marco Rubio looks at at blood moon and says even the moon's on their side. Which oughta tell you loads.
If I had written this future, it would have been deemed outlandish. A failed billionaire and reality TV star fans the flames of latent fascism in America, bringing democracy to the edge of collapse. The richest man in the world, who wants to go to Mars, wrecks Twitter, which has somehow become something that matters. Atmospheric CO2 has risen to more than 400 ppm for the first time in many millions of years and the global temperature is somewhere between 1.1 °C and 1.7 °C higher than pre-industrial levels. The icecaps, glaciers, and tundra are melting...fast. Men with guns stand outside polling places to intimidate brown people. There's something called TikTok that's even more toxic than Twitter. We land probes on asteroids, and no one cares.
I feel like this is the last semi-normal evening we in America will ever know. An age ends here.
Meanwhile, we're really loving Pennyworth. It's damn near brilliant. And I was shocked to see there are three seasons. Shocked, but pleased.
Please have a look at the Big Cartel shop. Even at the end of the world as we know, I gotta pay bills.
Later Tater Beans (Please Vote),
Aunt Beast
Cover art for Living a Boy's Adventure Tale, forthcoming in 2023 from Subterranean Press.