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Reaching Out

Dear Trump voters: On, Saturday November 8, 2020, major news outlets started calling the presidential election for Joe Biden and Kamala Harris. I don’t know all the details governing when media outlets feel safe calling the results of an election, but it has to do with answering, in a math way, questions like, “how many votes are yet to be counted?” And “can the person currently behind possibly win with that number of votes?” Media outlets have an incentive to make this very newsworthy call the moment the math works out, but not sooner, which is why different outlets called…

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The nine most terrifying words

“The nine most terrifying words in the English language are: I’m from the Government, and I’m here to help.” —Ronald Reagan, 1986 When Ronald Reagan defeated incumbent Jimmy Carter in 1980, I was fourteen and too young to vote, but (according to the mock election we had in my junior high class) I would have voted for Reagan. He seemed like a nice man. Carter seemed nice, too, but he also seemed weary, worn down by the job, ready for someone else to take over. At the time, I didn’t see a particularly stark difference between Democrats and Republicans. The…

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In our grimmest hour

I haven’t checked social media yet. (And, as I write this, I’m determined not to. I’m not even googling to find out things like “which amendment was Prohibition again?” so I apologize, in advance, for factual errors or areas of vagueness.) About 20 minutes ago (at the start of writing this essay) I walked out of my bedroom, where I had just spent several hours in isolation, trying to get day jobbe work done — door shut, noise-canceling headphones on. I said to Paul, “hey?” meaning, “I stopped work for the day, what’s up?” and poked my head inside his…

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Clarion West Week 4,5,6 Essay: It’s my party and I’ll cry if i want to

Shown above: my birthday present Part of the 2020 Clarion West Write-a-thon series! It’s not too late to Sponsor me, sponsor another writer, or learn more about the Write-a-thon Week 5 as usual, was my birthday week. That’s the thing about Clarion West — it happens during pretty much the entire month of July, so it encompasses things that happen in July. Independence Day, for example. Or my birthday. When I was growing up, it seemed like half my birthdays happened during a family road trip. I turned 18 in a KOA campground just outside Washington, D.C. I turned 50…

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Clarion West Write-a-thon Week 3 Essay: The Prophecy Box

Part of the 2020 Clarion West Write-a-thon series! Sponsor me, sponsor another writer, or learn more about the Write-a-thon In my Week 2 Essay I said I’d write about the Prophecy Box. This is the current configuration of the box: You might notice some of the contents: Gaming dice Chicken bones (fake, I got them from a vendor at Crypticon) Crystal ball Tarot card Mini ouija board Uh… fortune telling pendulum thing? There might be an official name for it. Anyway, it’s an artifact from that time I spent working for a New Age marketing company. Two… uh… wands, I…

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Clarion West Write-a-thon week 2: Changing your mind

Part of the 2020 Clarion West Write-a-thon series! Sponsor me, sponsor another writer, or learn more about the Write-a-thon I know, I know, it’s week 4, but this is my week 2 essay, because I’m behind. My excuse — do I need an excuse? I don’t know, it’s the middle of a pandemic, do any of us really need an excuse for anything? My original plan, to make my Write-a-thon project a draft of Book 4 in the Tales of the Rougarou series, was because I had just given a draft of Book 3 to one of my trusted First…

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A room of one’s own: quarantine edition

Part of the 2020 Clarion West Write-a-thon series! Sponsor me, sponsor another writer, or learn more about the Write-a-thon When I went to Clarion West, I had a room of my own. It was a room designed to hold four young sorority women during the normal academic year — I had my choice of high bunk or low bunk on two different bed sets. There were two desks I could choose to work from. There was a painted frieze running along each wall, up near the top of the room. I can’t remember now if it was purely abstract, or…

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Quarantine House

Inspired by this Washington Post article: Quarantine is endless dirty dishes. It was always a running joke in the Goth House comic that the house, in spite of being inhabited by a bunch of gothy posers who acted as if they survived entirely on coffee and cigarettes (and possibly blood), the kitchen was always full of dirty dishes, and nobody would own up to being responsible.

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Armageddon Revisited

Hey everybody! I wanted to revive the tradition of publishing a Goth House nightmare on Friday the 13th, but since everything in real life is pretty nightmarish right now, I was having trouble figuring out a script. I looked through the archives for inspiration, and saw this: Owen’s Nightmare, originally published — according to notes — on July 5, 2005, which wasn’t a Friday the 13th so I don’t know what was up with that. Owen, along with his wife Peaches (her real name) were recurring characters in Goth House world, evangelists who would sometimes show up to denounce Halloween…

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I’m in heaven, I’ve got scars that can’t be seen

Ground Control to Major Tom New Year’s Eve, 1980. I was with my immediate family, watching television in a hotel room in Redding California. We were on our way back to King County after spending Christmas with family in southern California. I was thirteen. Because it was the turning of the decade, the show featured a retrospective on the 1970s. This included a clip of David Bowie performing “Space Oddity.” I don’t remember exactly what he was wearing. It might have been his Ziggy Stardust getup, or the dress with the handprints. What I remember is having two thoughts, right…

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Confuse a fascist today

(The following is a slightly modified Twitter thread) Stonekettle & Sarah Kendzior had the same message, which people ignored. Who will stop him? Nobody. That ship sailed. And when I warned you all this would happen if you didn’t show up, liberals called me a corporatist and a fascist and said we needed to burn it all down and start over. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Careful what you wish for, I guess. https://t.co/8MQ6rKygsG — Stonekettle (@Stonekettle) December 13, 2019 But, I dunno, it’s not that I’m an optimist, it’s just that I refuse to give my oppressors the pleasure and comfort of my…

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Goth House: A Friday the Thirteenth nightmare!

Back when I was updating the comic regularly, I liked to do nightmares whenever a Friday the Thirteenth came around. Here it is, the first published Goth House Comic since… uh… 2009? Really? That long? The backstory here is based on a project I’m still PLANNING to do someday, which is finish out the story of the rise and fall of the band. The upshot is that after a rise and fall and a bunch of other events, the old Goth House crew ends up sharing a house together again, in Seattle this time, for money reasons. Some of them…

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