Friday The Furbteenth 📸

14 Jun, 2025

What better way to mark The Day of Horror than to stumble soul-ajar, into an art gallery thick with the psychic residue of Furby monstrosities? Their plastic gazes follow you, their synthetic chatter echoing like the chant of some forgotten cult, each one a cursed idol dredged from the neon swamp of childhood’s collective fever dream.

I laughed. Or maybe I screamed. It’s hard to tell anymore.

• 26 Sep, 2026 Roll your own epiphany. Or: On [Ordinary Object] and the [synonym for quiet] Art of Writing

  in which our hero makes pseudo intellectual writing easier for everyone.

• 25 Sep, 2026 status 092526

  I've a little utility on my iPad called Momento Mori. All it does is tell me I'm going to die in a daily notification. I've just been laughing at it every day.  That may not be healthy...?

• 20 Sep, 2026 The Group Therapy coffee at the End of the Universe

  in which our hero lets Schopenhauer read Douglas Adams as humanity is dead set on self desctruction.

Footnotes

#art