It’s been a little over a week since the end of Killer Con 2024. The luster of winning my first Splatterpunk Award has worn off enough for post-con depression to set in. Maybe it’s the Blue Super Moon, Moon-a-geddon, Moons Over My Hammy, or whatever we’re calling the latest lunar phenomenon this time.
Happy Monday. This …
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