This isn't going to be another extremely bleak post; despite the title, I've decided that it won't because, although I still stand by everything I said in Preparing for the Storm (despite how embarrassingly true all of it was), I'm determined to not be as depressed as I was when I wrote that post. Today's my... Continue Reading →
Apocalypse 2011: The Chillest Apocalypse Ever?
I woke up this Apocalypse at 10:04 AM. I was not in my own bed, but not in an apocalyptic kind of way; I crashed at the "ghetto fabulous" flat of Ronin (the camera-wielding video smith of HotMop Films) and woke up on the sofa bed. The sun was shining through the window and, looking... Continue Reading →