Writing and Art by Dion Overtoun
I’ve been doing a lot of cooking the past year or so. Mo got a pretty tough job that leaves her without a lot of time and certainly without a lot of energy, and, as has long been established at this point, I argue with my keyboard for a living. It was destiny that I […]
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Eventually it was going to get to this point. Eventually I was going to get isolation brainrot so severe I actually wrote a full analysis of a piece of art that shows up, once, in the Star Wars: Clone Wars cartoon. In my defense, such as it is, they gave me something incredible to work […]
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Stories of radioactive glory and horror permeated my childhood the way stories of Christ permeated those of my peers. My father was an engineer on a nuclear submarine, and sometimes he would talk about it. Of course all that sounded like fantasy to me, quasi-mythic but most definitely true stories about the Sea of Okhotsk, […]
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UNMARKED SPOILERS, body horror, gore, and the dark unsanctified depths of my garbage soul below. None of the images used were captured or created by me in any capacity. Click for full-view. I believe in honesty on the front end, as evidenced by the title. I come at this from a purely design-based point of […]
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I brought up at Mo’s birthday celebration that in ‘the Shadow Over Innsmouth,’ the government illegally destroys half the town and places many residents in concentration camps. This is what passes for suitable birthday conversation in our circle, though to be fair, Mo was talking to her sister. It was Julian, our mutual friend Pat, […]
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June 26 2020 update: this piece has really done the numbers! I’m thrilled to see people curious about Radu cel Frumos and Romanian history in general. But I cannot stress enough that I am NOT A HISTORIAN and that although there is a historical segment to this article that is a fair starting point for […]
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I went up to Washington a while back, and while there, insisted with childish petulance that we go to the Seattle Aquarium until I finally got my way. I like to think myself mature (well, mature enough) and well-developed, but I revert to five years old at the chance to go see animal exhibits. I […]
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Frightful/Filthy 