We marshall the extent of our literary reference library to bring you the clearest possible articulation of our narrative approach, best summed up as being akin to a sort of despairing anti-Bob Ross making a portrait of “sad big trees” within our “cycles within cycles” narrative structure. In time hopefully there will be hours-long tedious exegesis on the artful approach to wrongness that we are herein pioneering.

Keith’s incipient movie making career may already be showing signs of terminal decline! Kyle sold his cameras for food scraps! And Nick is so preoccupied with dishes that he can’t easily produce footage for our (still not abandoned!) Maximum Bad “pilot.” Beats being compared to a tarantula hawk!

After a brief update on the ongoing ignominy that is Maximum Bad, we move on to this month’s abandoned idea baby: A bleak bit of gallows comedy called Apocalypse Calendar. How would Kyle and Nick cope with a world where food is scarcer than pornographic calendars?! The answer will surprise nobody.