Read this as "THE GUNNIEST COUNTRY" initially, so props for preemptively compensating for my dumb eyes either way.

Yeah, I've got three of these Pops on my desk: the Wendigo, Marceline from Adventure Time, and a fuzzy Swamp Thing who smells like moss. Absolutely worth the $27 total I paid for 'em.

Definitely seems like it would get wearing after awhile, but I love the quotidian operations of marginalized-but-necessary fields—thanks! Love that authenticity and engagement come up in pornographic criticism, just as they should and do in standard film criticism.

I recognize that that's probably a very standard kind of content-production job, with the standard deadlines, editorial frustrations, style-guide consultations, etc., but I'd be seriously interested in reading a blog about your experience.

Ditty form for context:

Disco tug-boats!? Damn right I want to hear about them!

This is an excellent explication of why "Babadook=gay" is so appealing. Thank you!

I think he's in the supplies closet still.

Anyone who's ever taking a writing class knows that praise for style is about to be followed by an absolute excoriation.

I know that feeling, too, and I hope you're doing as well as you can in that situation. That final moment of lethargy is so hard to see, and the knowledge that they went in comfort and warmth is cold solace, but still solace. I'm sorry.

It absolutely will, but it'll be full of many treats, purrs, and catnaps together, so the quality of that decade is going to be great.

One of the things Egyptians got really right were cats as psychopomps and dreamdwellers; I still have dreams about my childhood cats as well (probably because my cat is sleeping on my chest, breathing chum-scented zephyrs into my face). I'm glad yours still visit you, but yeah, it's hard when you wake up.

I'm sorry—it's a tough feeling, but there's a kind of grace in having that long history with anything. It's just such a shame that the end is the last part to happen.

And that awful threshold where they go from "aging, but doing okay!" to "struggling and infirm." Stupid death.

Fuck the ravages of age and the way you can map the microscale of your pet's life to your own eventual entropic degradation. Took my dude to the vet this morning; he's gone blind in both eyes, but is active and ravenous and sweet as hell for a fifteen-year-old cat. The vet was proud of how he manages, but it reminds…

Heh, "dry update." Congratulations on your book, MLA! Two huge accomplishments in this post, here.

Meat.

I have a Gadsden flag with "Throw Bread on Me" in place of the traditional slogan on my computer and was sitting in a coffee shop across from a dude with a "Pwease No Steppy" snek one on his MacBook. We did the head nod and went about our days complacent in our status-challenging semiotics.

Wow, she sounds just like mahhhh waiffffe.

Definitely more a "supplemental argument for arming gorillas" than an argument against, for the record.