Extra Evil - Hot Streak

Today’s Fortune: You'll melt less outside.

Jul 17, 2024

Newsreel

Bang.

Oil stocks are hot.

Chinese housing prices continued an enviable collapse.

JD Vance is now the third best writer on the ballot.

Neil Gaiman’s skipping a few conventions.

Climate scientists predict this, but moreso.

Today's Mood

War Journal

I’m never beating last week’s fortune. This came out pre-shitshow:

Nah, I’ll beat it. Likely from a Patriot Enrichment Center, but I’ll beat it.

During heat waves, the air’s perfect around 1 AM. Closer to 2 as the climate gyre widens, but I like arriving early.

Last week, I went skating at peak mugging hours. The park’s in Bay Ridge, so you’re more likely to get struck by lightning. I didn’t find any combat, but I did find a pair in love.

A lot of love. Or at least prom night enthusiasm. They were two office types, trying to recapture teenage levity. Or just too wasted to make it indoors. Either way, the bank ramp looked romantic. You could probably catch something mid-trick.

Leaving them to it seemed right. Isn’t life hard enough? Don’t we deserve to enjoy some abandon before jackboots become mandatory?

Anyway, then I dropped in. Biking there took thirty minutes. If it was real, they would’ve kept going.

I’m almost ready for the fall prank offensive. It starts in the summer to throw off the bacon. That’s rude, I mean the pigs. That’s rude, I mean the budget slave patrol. But really, I mean armed D students. That’s ru—let’s move on.

Printing and distribution takes forever. Smarter clowns put up one big sign. But I don’t dig whole projects fading in one swoop, so I go wide. Which sounds good on paper, but going wide means walking wide. And sweating wide.

I’ll give the first prank it’s own email when the print half’s done. For now, thanks for playing along.

Forget digital cruelty/genius/insanity. I’ll never get used to reading everyone’s first draft thoughts. Static you’d keep from the lifelong friend in the room, launched worldwide. I say measure twice.