Yadda yadda yadda It’s been a good week yadda yadda yadda sorry we’re late again yadda yadda yadda something about growth, something else about accomplishment, something else about the passage of time. . . . Here’s what I really want to talk about:there’s a lot of chatter around the bathroom that you contributors are considering unionizing, and let me tell you right now you can just forget it. Never gonna happen. If I even so much as hear a peep about teamsters or Jimmy Hoffa or whatever the fuck any of it is I’ll fire you all faster than you can say “artistic integrity”. I don’t care if it’s illegal. I dare Standards and Practices to guess the code to my apartment building. And as for replacing so much overwhelming talent, there’s always the line at Whole Foods. 

Anway, now that that’s been taken care of, I couldn’t help but notice literally no one contributed to our prompt this week, a prompt which will go unnamed because it was probably dumb. C’mon you guys. This is ridiculous. I’ve got a literary team with high standards and writer’s block, I can’t find Ronald Ballwater, meanwhile Quicksand is throwing fiction through my window like a horny teen throwing pebbles on prom night. But, when I put it like that, I’m actually flattered. Submissions are open!

Meanwhile, we’re doing sadness and Paul Newman this week. Also American symbolism and meal prep and a visit from the WNBA. And, the piece of resistance, local film expert Zeng Sun Yang Sen gives us his best movies of 2021. Save the theater, fans! When we’re screwed, we multiply!

– Ed.