oct 18 in idea barrages

You know, you could make a hell of a lot of money selling Lovecraft-themed marijuana stuff. “Ain’t nothin’ more dank than smokin’ Chthonic”.

More terrible-but-interesting ideas: the noir-musical DETECTIVE JOE AND THE AMAZING MONOCHROME TRENCHCOAT.

The most successful pimp in a city takes upon the title of the area’s “Captain Hooker”.

The people who strive for money or power, they’re dangerous. But the folks who just want the fanciest title & will do anything to get it, they’re the ones who can burn a place down. No ideology or agenda, the only goal being saluted in parades. They’re the existential terrors.

I guess I just hope that the Andrew Lloyd Webber stans call themselves “The Fandom of the Opera”. That’d be fun.

You’re allowed to drift away from fandoms, y’know. It’s not the dereliction of an ethical or philosophical position. You aren’t bound to nostalgia like Jacob Marley’s chains. You aren’t betraying your 10 year old self if Batman or Green Day no longer do it for you at 40. It’s ok.

Rotting leaves under the residue of a light rain: the very smell of youth soccer from my own childhood. I couldn’t run well but I was large and could kick far, prime goalie material when no one know what they’re doing.

The 60s Batman should’ve had a villain The Zookeeper who had a team of primate enforcers he called The Apes of Wrath.