Buckle up, kids, I’m airing out all of my flammable takes while we’re still in holiday limbo so I can start this new year pure and angelic. The puffy, white, cartoon gloves are off, and honestly, they’re not going back on, because that character design harkens back to blackface performances. Did you know that? Yea. I just shotgun sprayed your childhood, and I’m not even sorry for it. That’s right, yea, and this is just the beginning. Twelve-thirty, no mercy.
Here we are, and without even touching twitter! Bet I’m missing out on a good time over there, though. I almost didn’t think I’d make it to songs this week, but after last week’s janky graphic design mishap (Song of the Week? Is this multiple choice?), my vanity needed a win. Don’t even bother telling me if there’s any typos in this one, it’s definitely a creative decision.
Whenever I write these posts, I space out the images first, and just leave “h” at the top until I get to this part. Every time I go to publish a draft, I creep closer and closer to forgetting to make an intro. Someday, it’s just gonna say h, and that’s when you’ll know it’s time for an intervention. But for now, I am here, and I bear songs. Behold, the man!