emily kardamis 🌻

A 12 panel comic, rendered in full color. In the first panel, we see the outside of an apartment building at night. Light glows from a set of windows, and from those windows lilts singing; a bastardized, romanji version of "Umapyoi Legend" from the game Umamusume Pretty Derby: "Uuuuuuu, umadachi!" In the second panel, we hands holding a cross stitch hoop and sewing stitches, a cozy apartment interior in the background. The singing continues, "uuuuu, umapyoi, umapyoi!" In the third panel, we see who the hands sewing belong to: Emily, a woman with glasses, short hair, and wearing a goldenrod colored sweater. She focuses on her stitching as she continues singing to herself, "uuuuu sukidacchi! Uuuu, umapyoi!"

In the forth panel, she gives into singing, slowly lowering her hoop as she leans back and finishes the verse, "uma uma umya umya san ni ichi fight!" On the "fight," a "FWOOM" sound effect bursts from off panel. In the fifth panel, Emily leans forward, stunned, looking at whatever has just occurred off panel with a simple "uh." In the sixth panel, we see what she's looking at: a portal that has opened up over her floor with a young girl stepping through it, who looks quite similar to Emily in appearance, though she has long hair and bangs and is much smaller. Emily asks with clear confusion, "who are you?"

The seventh, eight, ninth and tenth panels are all arranged in a square, and the speech bubbles weave through each one. In the center of all of them stand the young girl, who shifts from her original young appearance to an appearance much similar to the current Emily as she delivers her observation: "Um, I think I'm every previous version of you all at the same time?" In the eleventh panel, we return to seeing the current Emily seated on the couch, staring in bewilderment.

In the twelfth panel, she leans back onto the couch and simply says, "Well. Shit." to which her youngest self of the versions shown yells "hey we can't say that!" Below this is the title treatment of the series in lowercase letters: "Conversations with my Younger Self"

On this week's Steamed Veggies: An unexpected introduction.

A frame from Mothra vs Godzilla (1964). Two men stand in an office. One of them is looking at the other and his moustache is, frankly, too small. The other man has a grey suit, red tie, tinted glasses, and a skeptical look on his face. The caption reads, "Mothra gave you power of attorney?" Not pictured: Godzilla; Mothra; the public notary

Mothra vs Godzilla (1964)

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A 12 panel comic, rendered in full color. In the first panel, we see the outside of an apartment building at night. Light glows from a set of windows, and from those windows lilts singing; a bastardized, romanji version of "Umapyoi Legend" from the game Umamusume Pretty Derby: "Uuuuuuu, umadachi!" In the second panel, we hands holding a cross stitch hoop and sewing stitches, a cozy apartment interior in the background. The singing continues, "uuuuu, umapyoi, umapyoi!" In the third panel, we see who the hands sewing belong to: Emily, a woman with glasses, short hair, and wearing a goldenrod colored sweater. She focuses on her stitching as she continues singing to herself, "uuuuu sukidacchi! Uuuu, umapyoi!"

In the forth panel, she gives into singing, slowly lowering her hoop as she leans back and finishes the verse, "uma uma umya umya san ni ichi fight!" On the "fight," a "FWOOM" sound effect bursts from off panel. In the fifth panel, Emily leans forward, stunned, looking at whatever has just occurred off panel with a simple "uh." In the sixth panel, we see what she's looking at: a portal that has opened up over her floor with a young girl stepping through it, who looks quite similar to Emily in appearance, though she has long hair and bangs and is much smaller. Emily asks with clear confusion, "who are you?"

The seventh, eight, ninth and tenth panels are all arranged in a square, and the speech bubbles weave through each one. In the center of all of them stand the young girl, who shifts from her original young appearance to an appearance much similar to the current Emily as she delivers her observation: "Um, I think I'm every previous version of you all at the same time?" In the eleventh panel, we return to seeing the current Emily seated on the couch, staring in bewilderment.

In the twelfth panel, she leans back onto the couch and simply says, "Well. Shit." to which her youngest self of the versions shown yells "hey we can't say that!" Below this is the title treatment of the series in lowercase letters: "Conversations with my Younger Self"

On this week's Steamed Veggies: An unexpected introduction.

every once and a while it sounds like there's a goddamn sandworm in my upstairs neighbor's unit, that or the most aggressive butter churn of all time, and look if you're making either the spice melange or butter you should let me in on that if i have to deal with the noise

ICE has been cracking down hard across the vast expanse of the greater Chicago area, and I wrote a little bit about what you need to understand about what it’s like here now. Plus, I compiled some resources for locals to get alerts and whistles. dansinker.com/posts/202…

As ICE continues to terrorize our communities, kidnapping our neighbors, 9 cyclists came together this morning at 6am to buyout 5 vendors and donate the food to a local shelter. They went home safe, hungry ppl were fed, this is #BikeChi ✊🏽

A four panel comic, toned in blue and yellow. The narration is a lyric from Great Pirates by the Mountain Goats. In the first panel, Emily lays in bed, under the covers and surrounded by stuffed animals, the morning light peeking through the blinds and casting shadows over her face. She smiles. The narration begins: “peach rose black sky up early.” In the second panel, Emily stands in line for the tMG concert at the Salt Shes, in front of her are her friends Emerald and Kyle, chatting, Emerald works on a bracelet. Emily faces toward the end of the line and waves toward another friend, Lyric, who has just arrived. The narration continues: “carry what I need to carry.” In the third panel, Emily sits on the steps of the Salt Shed and leans back, her eyes closed and letting out a sigh. Around her, folks chat amongst themselves. The narration continues, “bury what I have to bury.” In the fourth panel, we see a right hand raised into the light, wrist adorned with tMG themed bracelets from others in line before the show. The narration concludes, “dancing, whistling singing past the cemetery.”

on great pirates

An illustration of Usidore, Arnie, and Chunt from Hello from the Magic Tavern all sitting around a table. The style is a soft, watercolor like rendering.

back to basics 🍻 I’ve been listening to @magictavern.bsky.social for 8 dang years now! even if the table itself has changed, the spirit and warmth is still the same 💛

A four panel comic rendered in blue and yellow. In the first panel, Emily sits on a beach with her friends, looking out at a sunset over a lake. The narration begins, “I used to sacrifice so many moments like this.” In the second panel, Emily stands in a bar with her brother, chatting merrily. The narration continues, “and for what, exactly?” In the third panel, we zoom in on a board game, Emily’s hand hovers over a Trogdor shaped meeple. The narration continues, “for an extra hour, day, pouring myself into a career that will never quite love me back the way I need.” In the fourth panel, Emily flops onto the couch with a big sigh, tired but satisfied. The narration concludes, “I have finally learned that such an exchange will never be worth it.”

on used to

The Spear Cuts Through Water by Simon Jimenez is both an incredible book and DEEPLY elevated by the audiobook performance imo

I know I'm always banging on about this, but food banks can do so much more with your donation if you give money rather than food itself.

Friendship Center Chicago The Friendship Center fosters hope and dignity in Chicago’s northwest side communities through access to food and vital resources.

food banks can often get more food with your dollar than you can, so as good as food drives can feel, giving food banks money is so much more impactful!! once again bringing up the Friendship Center who could sorely use the help: friendshipcenterchicago.org

If you can afford it, a *monetary* donation (it goes a lot farther!) to your local food bank would be a most excellent thing to do right now.

I’m def also in awe of how effortlessly the writing flows and builds a scene, very much feels like a low boil into the horror that you don’t notice until it’s too late, and I really love that approach!! sounds silly to say “oh I get it now” with an author as well-known as King but, I get it now lol

the shining! which also means I was not prepared for Harrowing Description of Child Abuse during my morning commute (I barely remember the movie)

reading a Stephen King novel for the first time and in the first hour (audiobook) I’ve been introduced to three separate characters who just say the wackest shit ever and then just fuck off into the void. 10/10 so far

ONE INCH ONLY ACCOUNTED FOR THE SOLID BODY NOT THE LEGS

one inch centipede in my bedroom ON MY CEILING

A four panel comic rendered in blue and yellow. In the first panel, Emily sits on a beach with her friends, looking out at a sunset over a lake. The narration begins, “I used to sacrifice so many moments like this.” In the second panel, Emily stands in a bar with her brother, chatting merrily. The narration continues, “and for what, exactly?” In the third panel, we zoom in on a board game, Emily’s hand hovers over a Trogdor shaped meeple. The narration continues, “for an extra hour, day, pouring myself into a career that will never quite love me back the way I need.” In the fourth panel, Emily flops onto the couch with a big sigh, tired but satisfied. The narration concludes, “I have finally learned that such an exchange will never be worth it.”

on used to

Happy Ace Week! 🖤🩶🤍💜

using “hsr” as an acronym for gachagame should be a crime. those are homestar runner’s sacred initials you heathen

An illustration of Usidore, Arnie, and Chunt from Hello from the Magic Tavern all sitting around a table. The style is a soft, watercolor like rendering.

back to basics 🍻 I’ve been listening to @magictavern.bsky.social for 8 dang years now! even if the table itself has changed, the spirit and warmth is still the same 💛

There is an actual life-changing conflict between WFH being cheaper and more efficient, an entire layer of middle managers who need to have meetings to feel alive, and the commercial real estate cabal that runs all cities. It’s going to get so fucking weird.

A screen grab of the Memento mori Kickstarter page with 2 hours left.

2 Hours left to back Memento Mori! So grateful for everyone that’s backed and shared it!

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I should be rolled up in a blanket, given a warm drink, and be considered a valued part of a gathering with no expectations to participate placed upon me, simply my presence is enough but instead I have to look at microsoft teams

zines are little museums you can carry around

this is perfect “sit around a fire” weather and I have to be in an OFFICE? with LIGHTING THAT GIVES ME A HEADACHE??? come on man

four simplistic drawings of a fluffy white dog rolling around in red, yellow, and orange leaves while exclaiming “leaf, leaf”

it’s that time of year again 🍂🍃