Some of their covers are AI-generated covers ripped -directly- off original art. Ask me how I know.

A friend of mine - new writer - is working to extract himself from this mess. It's been a ride, hearing about it.

"Read it all far too quickly. Now it's all read and there's none left and what am I going to do now?"

The air is spicy but it doesn't hurt my skin, so I still try to get out in it as much as I can.

In this timeline: DoD hires MechaHitler.

"MechaHitler is now your car!"

I like to call this the Human Gamble - when an animal is stuck and needs the help of opposable thumbs, and they gamble that the available human is the one that will help them rather than hurt them.

Wired seems to have a new post series: places I won't shop at.

I got a call from my mom that Grandma is having trouble with her computer and she wants me to look at it. I'm willing to put money on the issue being this.

A swamp is a viable ecosystem - these guys are the sewage someone pumped into said viable ecosystem.

Only thing worse is those clear plastic clamshell packages that *cut you* when you try to get in them.

What gives? Do you want me to purchase a product or not?

Or we could, say, not use Amazon.

A handful of trans people might have played sports!

The spiders say that's okay - they can rebuild that web fairly quickly. Orb weavers even take down their webs and rebuild them every night!

When you do frog surveys, you develop that One Weird Skill - the skill to ID all frog calls in your area. And it is so rare you get to use it that you feel the need to apologize for interjecting your Frogness whenever applicable.