Bill T. Bear

I feel like his makeup person was going for "chiseled" and accidentally went full "deathbed confession."

Yeah, your books are SUPER educational. I learned everything I know about talent agents from Agent to the Stars, and SO much about Kaiju biology from Head On.

By the way, the best way to do The Forbidden Hexadance is to dance to the percussive joy of The Octagong.

Of course, the Church says that The Forbidden Hexadance is nothing but a crass indulgence of dodecaHedronism.

Why on earth would you do that? I mean, resisting that urge is just making your life worse.

There are also circle dances. Up next: The Forbidden Hexadance.

OK, I can't be the only one out here who refuses to pronounce "Bluesky" in a way that doesn't rhyme with "brewski."

My review of Constituent Service: Listening to this in the back half of a long, difficult night at work made me happy. 1/1 stars.

Nah, no artistry here.

I also want to know how the people who grew up listening to The Night The Lights Went Out in Georgia grew up to be bootlickers.

Hi! If you want to make angry noise about the glorification of Luigi Mangione and you also have a Punisher skull on your vehicle or your person, then you are not worth listening to.

Ok, I’m in a training class in Oklahoma for maintaining a machine, and the teacher just spent a full hour talking about gripping, inserting, aligning, and feeling the shaft. I mostly kept a straight face. Almost lost it with his hand motion for “just let the tips of the two shafts touch.”

GREAT job, Lexi!