No Thrones. No Crowns. No Kings. →
On October 18, millions of us are rising again to show the world: America has no kings, and the power belongs to the people.
The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon.
Read the current manifesto. (And the followup.)
Rules: no fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.
On October 18, millions of us are rising again to show the world: America has no kings, and the power belongs to the people.
I’m finally getting to season four of Veronica Mars, and I wasn’t really paying attention when it released so I don’t know whether or not I’m “supposed” to enjoy it, but I am, and really just the first scene between the Marses made my life a notch or two better. One surprise is that somehow I’m actually giving a cuss about Logan Echolls, a character I’ve always basically disliked and an actor who in more recent years I find kind of freakish to look at. It’s jumping the gun, and wishful thinking, but any potential season five really is my hold-out hope for seeing Terriers characters again, because those two shows easily could exist in the same universe, and the San Diego-ish settings of both would allow for it.