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by
Hank Green
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September 26 - October 12, 2018
“Behold the field in which I grow my fucks. Lay thine eyes upon it and see that it is barren.”
They tell you that power corrupts . . . They never tell you how quickly!
“It could be. I just thought maybe we should be a little surer before we start stockpiling uranium.”
My book is in the hands of a legion of copy editors trying to find every mistake and mislaid argument. There’s nothing I can do to help it at the moment, which is wonderful because I’m fucking sick of the book. Also, we’ve got videos to make.
My address wasn’t a secret. The NYPD had been called a dozen times by people claiming to be held hostage in my apartment, an online harassment strategy called “swatting.” The hope was that the police would take the threat seriously and send the SWAT team to literally bust down my door. Lucky for me, Robin had, in his first week, called the NYPD to add me to a list of potential targets so I would never actually meet the SWAT team face-to-face. I did, of course, watch videos of it happening to people. It often happens to people who are livestreaming gameplay. It’s terrifying. The door crashes
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“April, Martin Bellacourt’s bones and organs and blood—everything except his skin—are now, as far as our best people can tell at the moment, grape jelly.”
I have to be shown being active right now or everyone will say, ‘Where is the president at this Time of Need! Probably playing shuffleboard or having her period!’ It’s not my fault I like shuffleboard so much.
A number of people had climbed into the forward wheel bay to attempt to hitchhike. This, it turns out, is a fairly good way to die.
But she was also a convenient wrench to throw into this relationship because throwing wrenches into relationships is what I did.
