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Cake day: June 12th, 2025

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  • Two other favorites from last year. The Island of Dr. Moreau by H. G. Wells but you should follow it immediately with The Daughter of Dr. Moreau by S. Moreno-Garcia. It’s sort of a companion piece written by a female, indigenous author. It bookends the sci-fi by a white guy nicely.

    Also, I’ll always tell people they should check out the book that is credited with starting sci-fi as a genre. Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus by Mary Shelly. It’s horror, it’s sci-fi, it’s speculative, it’s fucking awesome.

    And the Blue Ant trilogy by Wiliam Gibson. He’s deff not for everyone. He can be really hard to get, and he just dumps you into his world and starts. There is no tutorial. But if he clicks for you, you’ll love it.


  • I’m not super versed in thriller but my friends have me dipping my feet into horror.

    Sister, Maiden, Monster by Lucy A Snider was a favorite last year. Creepy, timely, and let’s say visceral.

    I’m in the first 3rd of Perdido Street Station now from China Mieville. He’s credited with helping start the New Weird. Not horror as such but it’s marvelous.

    And Light From Uncommon Stars by Ryka Aoki was just a rad read. It’s roughly about donughts, violins, and selling souls.













  • Depends on the boss. I had a guy I worked for and we’d hang out off work. We’d go to lunch, some days go on hikes during lunch, and went camping a couple of times. He was really laid back, didn’t care about my hours as long as I got my work done, and we built him a ramp in his backyard. More than once, he’d give me a bonus, send me to the pizza place for lunch, then tell me there was credit for me at the local tattoo shop. We still talk about every week or two. Good dude all around.

    My current boss is cool, fine to work for, doesn’t care about my hours as long as I get my work done, and we joke and play around. But I’d never hang out with him. Just too different a life style.

    Past boss, no way. I didn’t want him having my personal mobile phone number. You need to call me? You call me on the work cell. I come in, I do work. You tell me what you need done, you give me money. Not a bad guy, but that was just work.


  • Nono. Burner kids are ones you get when like you have a family thing and need to look like you have a family and your shit together. You get some burner kids and they pretend you’re their parent for a night or whatever. Then when you’re done with them, you just give them a few bucks, maybe a snickers and drop them off behind a 7-11.