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The Dennard Dayle Newsletter
January 12, 2022
“Live from New York”
The plucky new variant showed the arrogant old guard how to fill a hospital.
BBC protests led to statements from both the network and NAACP.
I wrote, weighed, and abandoned a career-ending Betty White joke.
Congress vowed to decide whether black votes count.
The Metaverse looks less like Snow Crash, and more like a Virtual Boy.
Two NYC police ethics watchdogs went to a nice farm upstate.
Double-masking clicked when l I stepped back onto a New York subway. In there, I’d consider an oxygen tank.
There’s a Fallout TV series coming, and I’m not involved. Undeniable proof that I’ve screwed up my life. From now on, I promise to do better.
Is this the golden age of stalking, or the nadir? I imagine that the physical effort was part of the charm. I can’t imagine an Instagram archive binge has the workmanlike appeal of a good crawl through the bushes.
I’m reading The Count of Monte Cristo and loving it. I probably should have read it at some point across two Ivy League degrees, but that’s a question for the people in charge.
I’m running a mock-text adventure on Twitter called Space Vengeance – Retaliation. If it looks like The Count of Monte Cristo, your eyes are lying to you.
Sam and I are still reading and discussing all of Naruto in seventy chapter spurts. Part 2 up later today.
Remember the lashes and arrows of college applications? Here’s My Soul in 600 Words or Less riffs on that irritation. The New Yorker took it, which I still have trouble believing.
I made a fake convention for SuperSpreaders back in 2020. We’ve reenacted it a few times in reality.
Overcame a minor hurdle on the eternally mysterious video. The footage exists, we’re just cleaning ourselves up.
The ever ambiguous posters are theoretically back in development, with a new art wizard. We’ll see if I can dribble that across the finish line.
Put together a placeholder version of the site for the comic. If you want to see a beta layout without content, here you go.
Honestly, I have a dozen articles and stories written out. Selling them, however, is a bit of a challenge.
One Sentence Reviews
Sherrod Allman – Folk Songs for the 21st Century: I thought this would be a one-hit wonder, but it’s actually a six-hit wonded. (4/5)
I Remember (Perec): Brilliance doesn’t mean you can’t get boring. (3/5)
Drive: Ah, that’s why Synthwave blew up. (4/5)
Letters From Wendy’s: Remains a foundational scroll of Dayle Style. (5/5)
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