Because two times five is ten, the number of Octoberweens this is. You know, like in math. I’m sure our twelve dedicated readers are familiar with Octoberween, especially since it’s the only thing we do here now. They know that of all the fake holidays invented by film critics to sell greeting cards, ours is…
Octoberween. Whatever it is, here’s some more. Enjoy.
It certainly has been a year. Full of ups and downs. Maybe too many downs, but some absolutely stellar ups: Weddings, engagements, scented candles, reasonably priced fancy cheeses…an immeasurable wealth of riches amidst a real doozy of a time to be living through history*. I know what you’re asking yourself: “How, in these certainly uncertain…
Webster’s Dictionary defines “sequel” as: We did this already, but now we’re doing it again. Like so many Draculas before us, Rooster Illusion has risen from the dead for a second time. Did you ask for this? We don’t know. Did we ask for this? Our number-crunchers are crunching numbers as we speak. What we…
Friends, we are gathered here today to mourn the passing of Rooster Illusion, which I am killing again. October 31st, 2019: “Friends, we are gathered here today to mourn the passing of Rooster Illusion, which I am killing again.” —Octoberween: Treehouse of Horror V: Time and Punishment, written by me, just now, announcing the re-deadening…
Friends, we are gathered here today to mourn the passing of Rooster Illusion, which I killed. July 12, 2018: “That’s right, folks. After six years–holy shit, ten years if you count its origins as a column in a college newspaper–I’m laying this old bird to rest.” —Rooster Illusion: Closing Time, the last post on this…
That’s right, folks. After six years–holy shit, ten years if you count its origins as a column in a college newspaper–I’m laying this old bird to rest. Ideally, I would be writing this post after Rooster Illusion had reached majestic heights and launched every writer into the stars, career-wise. Then again, maybe not. I like…
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