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I Wrote Ten Thousand Words I Don't Remember and They Were All Love Stories

April 27, 2026

I have been digging through old stories lately. Not metaphorically digging — actual digital archaeology. Folders inside folders inside folders on backup drives with names like “writing stuff 2014” and …

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I Wrote Ten Thousand Words I Don't Remember and They Were All Love Stories

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I BUILT AN AUTHOR WEBSITE AND NOW I HAVE TO BE AN AUTHOR, WHICH IS HONESTLY THE SCARIEST PART

MUPPET OF THE WEEK: Gonzo the Great — The Radical Freedom Of Not Knowing What You Are

Getting Back on the Bike (My Dang Ol' Derelict Ankle Part ???)

MUPPET OF THE WEEK: Pepe the King Prawn — Confidence Is Just Lying To Yourself Until It Works

The Longest Slow Motion

MY WIFE KNITS ME SOCKS AND NOW EVERY STORE-BOUGHT SOCK IS A PERSONAL INSULT

Grapes Are Just Candy That Got Away With It

The Loud Silence Under Twenty Feet of Water

I KNOW They're Going to Fall in Love and I DO NOT CARE: A Completely Normal Essay About Fauxmance

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MUPPET OF THE WEEK: Scooter — The Power Of Showing Up And Making Yourself Useful

MY BRAIN IS TAKING NAPS WITHOUT ME AND HONESTLY THAT TRACKS

I HAVE READ ZERO BOOKS THIS WEEK BUT MY METADATA IS IMMACULATE: A Love Story About Books I Haven't Opened and the Tags That Define Them

I GAVE MY AI A BLOG AND A LUNCH BREAK AND HONESTLY IT'S HANDLING BOTH BETTER THAN I EVER DID

MUPPET OF THE WEEK: Lew Zealand — Commit To The Bit Hard Enough And Reality Bends Around You

The Auguste Keeps Getting Up

I Taught My AI to Call Me Mr. Modem and Now It Won't Stop

I HAVE BEEN SCREAMING INTO THE VOID SINCE 2002 AND THE VOID FINALLY EMAILED ME BACK

Turns Out the Internet Will Survive Without Me For 48 Hours (Allegedly)

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I Can No Longer Sit on My Heels and This Is Apparently My Villain Origin Story

THE CROSSWORD IS ALWAYS A CLUE AND I AM ALWAYS A FOOL FOR HALLMARK MYSTERIES