Welcome to the fondue party, everyone.
So, I’ve been on my Patreon page more and more. I love blogging there, posting updates, sharing photos.
Some days, I’m really tired of Twitter. The levels of ludicrous on that platform are at an all-time high, and it’s exhausting. Exasperating. I was watching a recent episode of South Park last night (the North Korea/Tweek episode—I almost died laughing), and it highlighted how nutty Twitter can get. It’s just one freak out after another.
Nuance is lost on that platform for the most part. Fuck. Half the time I’m on Twitter, I’m like, “People, take a lude or something.” The Offense Cavalry. There’s a mob for everything on Twitter.
Yeah. Have fun with that.
Life is waaaaay too short for this shit.
And then, there’s the crass stupidity. Only so much one can take without going mad.
I’m sticking to the interesting areas of Twitter—the odd zones. Gimme that weird 70s stuff. With a generous portion of Satanism, please.
Instagram is a platform I’d find more enjoyable if it were more computer-friendly. I don’t like using my smart phone much as a rule. My posting on Instagram is, therefore, rather sporadic. One of the best things about it is how useful it can be to create intriguing self-portraits.
Patreon is a platform after my own heart. Today, I shared a swatch of the fabric that will be used to make my Mozart costume (a post reserved for patrons).
This week, my number one priority is my article for Satan Superstar. And speaking of the publisher of Reprobate Magazine, here’s what he had to say about Rascal: “Very impressive. Much recommended.”
Once my article is in the bag, I’ll be all about Wolfgang and Reveries of an Improper Solitudinarian.
And now I need to lie down, because I just had some delicious shepherd’s pie with liberal amounts of red wine and I’m going to fall asleep on my keyboard.