Articles from Cheeseburger Gothic
Every time I leave the house, this little idiot tries to follow me. She absolutely will not hear that she was not meant to walk the earth at my side. This is her, about 300 metres from home, insisting that she tag along on my post-lunch constitutional.
Props to Maz Jovanovich for finding this map which looks like a fantasy world but is very real if you’re a fish, or an admiral.
I finished my black belt grading last night after long months of assessment, two years of disruption (thanks, Miss Rona), and many years of training.
I used to enjoy trolling people who loved soccer, but then I realised I was being a gigantic fuckwit. I still don’t like the game. But so what? Billions of people love it and it’s a tiny little dick move to troll them for their love.
I don’t know why, but this abomination disturbs me deeply. It simply should not be.
I’ve been working on the follow-up to the Caitlin Monroe piece I sent out last week. I can’t give away much of it, because it’s yet to be published. But I think I can get away with this: