Fuck this year. Seriously, fuck it in its face: We’ve lost Ruth Bader Ginsburg. This year can fuck right off into infinity. Then it can keep fucking off. Then when it gets to a fence with a sign that says “You can’t fuck off here”, 2020 can climb over that shit and do the impossible. It can keep fucking right off into a singularity.
First rule of 2021 is we will never speak of 2020 ever again. Fuck this Dumpster fire of a year.
I'm a Transformers fan, Pokémon player, Brewers fan and all-out general nerd. I rescue abandoned Golett, collect as many Bumblebee decoys and figures as I can find and I've attended every BotCon--official and non--since 1999. I'm also happily married to a fellow Transfan named Prime and we were both owned by a very intelligent half-Siamese cat, who crossed the Rainbow Bridge on June 16, 2018. We still miss him. But we're now the acting staff of a Maine Coon kitty named Lulu, who pretty much rules the house. Not that we're complaining about that.
Iacon East 
I wish the wasp nest from above would’ve been at the Barrett White House rose garden *Superspreader* event to have gotten everybody there.
~daiAtlas
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