@jessicahische You are not alone in this happening — I can't keep track of how many times I've seen a title go unavailable while trying to order and talked to the artist/author and they had on idea. It's surreal.
My dad once told me he shouldn’t have ever bought me any toys, and over thirty years later, I still remember it anytime my imagination kicks in.
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Seeing this all day when I instinctively tap on Twitterrific is heartbreaking.
Pouring one out for my friends at @Iconfactory who pourted their soul into that app over the years.
9 years ago this month we shipped out all those wonderful little Ollie figures to fans.
I don’t know how else to mourn except to write, so I did that. My heart is with @lowtheband today and everyone as moved and touch by them over the years as I've been. Thank you so much Mimi for all the gifts you have given us all over the last 30 years.
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Wrote this last December, and am playing the album now. Crying on the couch and holding my little girl.
I just want to make sure I spend time on important things.
@lowtheband is important. It’s a death in the family.
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Having a toddler means getting use to a tiny old-west sheriff busting open the door of the bathroom like a saloon and then rushing over and holding your leg tightly while you stand there trying to finish thinking “please don’t, please don’t touch the stream, please.”
“I have something I need to talk to you about,” says my 17yo all serious-like.
“Yeah?” I ask hesitantly.
“Well, my friend wants me to be in his shoegaze band Demon Piss.”
“Uh, huh?”
“So I need to learn to play the drums and thought maybe you could buy some for me.”
The shoemobile has, since I was a child, appeared to have a giant hooked knife coming out of the toe.
I know now, as an adult, it’s just the curb, but as a boy I thought it was the most badass vehicle in the Scarryverse.