Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

Imperial appetites.

The last herd.

The Edge.

PALANTIR

New York City.

Memory of winter.

Drive-by kulturklatsch.

I’m needed elsewhere; I’m trying to Get Things Done. (Never mind the sooty faces tugging at the Forge!) —This is mostly me using the Outboard Brain. And so: this (which found via this) seems somehow to me to be saying something, what, obverse? to this, which is (indirectly) about this. (I’d add something about the stagnation of the direct market in comics as everyone waits for trades that never come because the floppies don’t sell, but I’m not sure where to put it.) So: no thought, just bookmarks. (On a seemingly unrelated note: should I kill the joke about the three lions entirely? I mean, head, hand, and heart, but who the fuck’s gonna follow that?)

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Castaneda.

Close reading.

Library.

Enterprise.

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