 Thanksgiving is the time for thanks, but for redheads and buffalo the world over, there is only time for flavored salts and IV drips so you never have to leave your desk.
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This vocal digeridoo has added some more pipes, unsheathed more work into the world, and piled more golden work than Smaug at one of those C$SH 4 Gold kiosks.
With the invention of wax on came the inevitable invention of wax off. Come see how Panoramic, Taco Terror, scripts of all shapes and sizes, and a healthy-ish social life have led tot he downfall of what I t hought this year would look like.
Taco Terror moves forward inch by inch, writing finishes paragraph by paragraph, and the truly spicy among us shall gather all Scoville banners to our call.
A new era of Myggaming and SimpleShutIn isn't all that far from dawning now, and it's probably about the right time for me to...actually work on that sort of thing...hm.
Dive into the mind of a sandwich artist at work while also seeing some of the progress and/or mindset behind the Taco Terror build heard round the world.
 Time to crack open some simple meditations on writing as a whole as well as the various projects I'm using to drill (baby drill) your psyche for good, ol' fashioned dopamine.
The End of Steam Next Fest brings the beginning of a far-more productive time and delicious numbers to crawl into my brain and fuel my every insecurity. Hurray!
After a swelteringly busy month, it's become clear to me that cheese is all there ever was. Expect Taco Terror updates and other cheesy additions.
As the world receives socks and grocery store gift cards for another birthday, capitalism dictates I close my books and be judged by my sins for the past year.
 Several stars align at once in order to bring about the apocalypse of Taco Terror, a new radio show, and even some honest-to-God writing being done!
Yes, the world may not be ready, but I wield power like life’s traffic light is always green. Welcome to the world of Taco Terror!
 Here, on the wide open roads, there is only the living, the dead, and the furry. This month was filled with trying to keep the furry alive and well.
 A month of prototyping and head-scratching will eventually lead to good things, but for now just has me swirling in a jacuzzi of mental acid.
 End The World and a new Simple Explanation get a new spotlight this week, and maybe I'll even give my opinion on something. On the internet, of all places.
 The new age of SimpleShutIn has ripped out of my chest, revealing a surprisingly chewy center for the world to munch upon.
 The wave of survival games became a dry, salty breeze to the face with We Happy Few. Let's throw some salt back at them.
 The Magic the Gathering Arena sandwich has nice meat, three strips of bacon, a slab of tomato, but can never be served without hot, chewy, mushy lettuce.
 Pinball is not a game for God's domain. Demon's Tilt knows this and asks me to pursue the game of the devil. Come see how happy that makes me.
 Through the fire and the flames of this thirsty reality of ours, Cloud, Tifa, and the rest of his harem have carried on in Final Fantasy 7 Remake.
Proof that I do, in fact, play games that are recent, The Artful Escape snatches my smooth nether regions immediately and without compromise.
 Daniel Mullins sent The Hex into the world in a subtle plan to hypnotize the world into playing only good games. Insidious!
 Will these Burly Men at Sea deliver me all the fun of a lumberjack dance party? I hope there are fewer chainsaws...or do I?
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