One of my greatest inspirations as a writer is the late great LA Times food reviewer Jonathan Gold. I legitimately think he should be considered one of the best writers of the last 100 years. Look at this.
Poetry. Non-fiction par excellence. This is a man who not only understood the visceral, the sensory, the sublime, but he could put it into words.
He was the opposite of a snob. The man ventured where other reviewers feared to tread. He would visit any greasy taco shack or tacky theme restaurant that caught his eye and detail it with romance befitting a Victorian poet. I have such admiration for his ability to find the beauty, the indulgence, the love, in places you would never expect to find it.
Just looked him up and he looks like how I imagine Dionysus
Truly a Dionysian man
Being poor makes you so crazy. I've never been able to afford nice kitchen stuff, right? Well, my partner just got me my first mug that's microwave safe, and I've been microwaving everything in all of god's creation in that thing. Hang on a second.
I fucking hate my piece of shit phone. It's always suggesting these scary emojis, like, yeah, when I accidentally hit the emoji button, I wanted SCORPION MONKEY to show up. Thanks so much.
ive been working on a game that's secretly a Honey Heist hack, where you're interdimensional privateers and you have 3 laws youre supposed to follow, and those laws are basically your stats and you roll to either follow them or break them
ALT
ALT
ALTit's called the prince of hounds and i think its fucking sick
the reviews are in
stuck in a time loop all by yourself, handsome?
stuck in a time loop all by yourself, handsome?
stuck in a time loop all by yourself, handsome?
stuck in a time loop all by yourself, handsome?
stuck in a time loop all by yourself, handsome?
stuck in a time loop all by yourself, handsome?
stuck in a time loop all by yourself, handsome?
