Attention all you hoseclamps

I loved twitter so much you have no idea. Twitter gave us the King's Hand and good dril posts, and, most importantly, it gave us good Jeet Heer dunks and essays about Jack Kirby.

Jeet is still on twitter but I'm hoping he'll type himself into a search engine, and read this, and reconsider. Jeet: hi!

Today I erased my twitter account because having a twitter account is now the lite version of driving a tesla, which is pretty much c'mon you know what it signifies and no you don't need me to spell it out.

Anyway, fuck that guy. In the ear. With a wire brush.

But you: I still love you. Deeply. Let's do posts that add up to more than a hill of beans in this crazy world.

Let's post a mountain of beans, good beans that nourish and have a good snap to the bite.

I love you.