From October’s paid subscriber email: A spiritual (but not literal) reenactment of the “Cherish It” scene from Billy Madison.

Micro-dosing grief—and incrementally paying double in sadness—is Klarna-ass behavior, but I can’t blame myself for wanting to mitigate impact.

Next-level millennial nostalgia with eight possible endings, screeching dial-up internet, and fully poseable arms and legs.

Born to search the glittering rooms of my heart…forced to seek online education. Typical. See you on the message boards, people.

Three episodes of tragedy and comedy, in (debatably) equal parts….maybe 60/40? 70/30? It depends on your perspective, I think.

The days are long, but there's a thrumming sense of August urgency: whatever I want to say I did on my summer vacation needs to happen n-o-w.