Peak Me: AVANT-DIDGERIDOO.
Praise the modern world for bringing me these marvels.
Aya the cat says hi and also why aren’t you making with the strokes and fuss.
With Season 4 of CASTLEVANIA announced, I can finally step back from social media duties. Though, in the current situation, I’m tempted to hang around on Twitter a little longer, if only to inject things into the timeline that aren’t just Shrieking About The Virus.
I do actually have a shitload of stuff to do. Being trapped indoors is making my allergies go nuts, which I could do without, not least because, when I do go out for supplies, I have to make sure not to sniffle or cough because it will freak people out, and shouting IT’S JUST A DUST ALLERGY will not stop police from throwing a plastic sack over me and taking me to the dump.
Inbox 13. Taking the Season 3 roll-out calendar off the wall. New things, now.
The NX team made this asset for the announcement, and it cracks me up, even as I know it cements the understanding in the minds of the audience that everything continues to be my fault.
Too many people to thank, including Kevin Kolde, without whom this show wouldn’t even exist, and Larry Tanz at Netflix who has been staunch support throughout, and Sam Deats, who’s poured his life into this thing, and Meredith Layne who makes it sing, and… too many people. They know, I hope, that I admire and adore them all, actors and artists and all. Thank you all for making this happen,
So. Here we go again. The fourth season of an R-rated adult animation drama series. Who the hell thought that would happen?
Hello from PANDEMIC-CAM-27 where, yes, we are quite tired. Lots of things started happening yesterday, mostly as a result of the general panic biting deeper, and I’m having to be across a lot of things right now. Inbox 15, and I really have to get to those right after this.
I note the Shoeburyness Range is still open for business: “30 March 2020: Gunfire may be noticed in the vicinity of the Thames Estuary.” Because there’s nothing better at these times than to have explosions and gunfire echoing across the Thames Delta.
You could actually hear the bigger ones from the village I grew up in, eleven miles away. So I’ve lived with the sound of distant bombs my entire life. Probably explains a lot about me.