M. Blind

@mdotblind.bsky.social

foundling raised by a feral tribe of sarcastic suburbanites || Hyperfocus for hire · Gamesmith, wordwright, rules wrangler · Fan of scifi & fantasy, lover of books, former bookseller || Interpuctgames.com, personal blog at rocketbomber.com || 52. He/him.

... users can be found giggling, crying, or simply staring into the distance saying "Whoah..." We spoke to one, and asked how they feel about warnings that the practice is addictive: "I could stop, but I don't want to." Some experts say if reading was invented today it would be banned at once.

"Huh," said the dragon. "Would you care to explain?" "Yes, I'm not a princess all the time," said the milkmaid. "Only on bright spring days. Once they end, I turn back into me." "How come?" "Oh, I was bitten by a princess." "Again, how come?" "She couldn't help herself," the milkmaid grinned.

My ice-cold boring take that will definitely not go viral is that a primary result with a margin of victory of roughly 1 percent tells you precisely nothing about The Future Of The Party.

The scary thing about the '26 midterms for Dem leadership is that, given the unpopularity of the president, even a stale cheese sandwich with a (D) next to its name is likely to win. They're pissed that someone is running actual candidates against their slate of stale cheese sandwiches.

Fae: “Tell us your true name.” Me: “…Just my name? No birthdate, no SSN, no fingerprint scan, no address, no mother’s maiden name? Are you sure you’ve even got the right Olivia Waite? There’s like six.” Fae: “What the hell kind of bargains have you been making?” Me: “They call it health insurance.”