Today is a sermon offering forgiveness, ten-or-so lashes, some sort of dessert to be determined, and a spritzer of redemption. Strap yourself into that pew and get ready to rock!
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 The real life ratio took its pound of flesh and hit a four-bagger with all the celebration and jubilation of...of...what was I saying?
At the end of the day, Ned Flanders is insane, and after kissing his bushy 'stache for so very long, I might be following him that ding-dang-diddly path.
Every so often, you wiggle. Then, you jiggle. Then, before you know it, everyone's inventing new realities of dance and ethical non-monogamy.
 Here, at this great crossroads of life we call mid-July, I have decided that now's the time to introduce a game where none of the art is done and several loops have glaring issues. But it is really, really cool.
 Video games, writings, musings, and meatings - the month of May had it all. Let's rub some spice on this well-done meateor and prepare to lick away.
After a predictably boring month of steady progress, let's completely shift gears into another stratosphere of productive, overwhelming list obliteration. Or die trying!
March was the slower leg of the race where many Taco Terror, Panoramic, and general decency fans could take a bathroom break and visit the concession stand. YOU'RE WELCOME!
The February wraps with a new launch, another new launch, a crash, and grinding of several dozen pounds of wheat. Or corn, maybe? I'm a city-boy, don't listen to me.
The intensifying guitar noises in your headphones have been planted there intentionally by the god of rock, Jerry, who has foretold a lively gear shift on the galactic horizon.
What do the Spanish Inquisition, Phantom Thieves, and underdogs all have in common? You'll never see them cominnnnnnnnnnnn!
 The world wasn't ready for full SimpleShutIn greatness in 2024, but 2025.... Oh, you'd better watch out you piece of s*** New Year!
 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.
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!
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