Still mad boo
I often forget that it isn’t just Lucy Van Pelt’s Halloween mask that stares at me here and all over sewshul meedya.
Retrograde has opened up a few other memory holes, it appears.
A part of me wants to remind people that they quit calling me first. And that you can only verbally abuse me (Northern asshole) or gossip about me (even more Northern asshole) once before you lose your access to me forever.
Y’all can join someone else in enjoying a shovel to the face in 2023. Or, another one.
