Weird morning, temperature and color palette-wise, but such is whatever passes for Fall in this slice of heartlandia, "Welcome Friends!" on the porch, "Tumor2024: Fuck Your Feelings" in the half-opened garage (yes this is a nearby house – and, yes, I'm continuing my Tumor naming because I wont denigrate my thoughtspace with its name).

In other news: the in-lawn is mowed, BLACK WIDOW is, so far, so-so – but Malia J's SMELLS LIKE TEEN SPIRIT is stunning – and I've returned to Kamurocho in YAKUZA 3 because THE AVENGERS finally repeated its way into monotony and deletion.

The new thing is about to launch / watch this space.

Back to work.