Alvaro @OMGTehAwsome@queer.party

Better rip off the old #introductions band-aid so people don't think I'm a poorly written bot.

I'm Al. I'm an old school bisexual, just because they didn't have the word "pan" back when we were driving our hot rods to the malt shop and getting an egg cream for a dime.

I love indie comic books, comedy and cooking. My TV is always blaring something, since otherwise I get lonely.

I'm as broken as everybody else and my coping strategies are pretty terrible, but I make do.

🎶I want my baby back, baby back, baby back...
I want my baby back, baby back, baby back...
Takeeeeeen: I have a particular set of skiiiills🎶

This does help explain why Jughead Jones can access the speed force.

Okay, okay, okay... I think I figured out how Riverdale happened. An intern at The CW tripped on the way from the copiers and all their pages mixed up, but they already got the college credit and it was their last week, so they said, "fuck it."

*aims crossbow*
"Say goodbye, dad."
"You should know... Your mother and I are getting divorced."
"But... I thought out family would be together forever."
"Anyhow, time to join this goblin cult."
*cue musical number*

New tin can with a string tied to it, who dis?

Boy howdy... I grabbed this as an acquantaince was moving, thinking, based of the cover, that it would be like a sleazy version of Dresden Files or like a classier version of Sandman Slim. I wasn't exactly wrong, but the book is way less raunchy than the title imples. It's a fun first attempt at a book, but it definitely comes off as amateurish. A little mysogynist, a little nonsensical, an incompetent main character and tons of deus ex machina.

I got a bunch of second hand books due to my partner's friend moving. I started one with an atrociously trashy cover and it has not disappointed.

Like 50 pages in the lead character, a hard-boiled private detective, war veteran and, oh right, vampire gets into a literal fight with a raccoon.

And loses.

Just... fantastic. So many wonderful things wrapped up in one package. A tragic story of a terrible childhood. Quite possible the most believable, wonderful romance I've ever read. And all with a sprinkling of murder mystery, which just gets better and better as you learn about the people involved.

Absolute delight.

Honestly this book has confirmed that I don't like Neal Stephenson's writing. That said... holy crap it was amazing. I was on the edge of my seat for 600 pages, started to get bored for 100, then realized what was being set up and was back on it for another 150. His characters are a little 2D and caricaturish, but in this context it really works, like so many colorful, spinning gears.

Super fun read, would absolutely recommend.

So I set my bathroom lights to purple on a goof and accidentally discovered an optical illusion.

Oh my gosh, y'all, I just remembered that this weather is perfect for tank tops.

They're doing a pride-themed pizza party event at my co-working space.
They ordered 4 pizzas.
1600 people work here.
🤔

Oh boy... I... oof... Honestly I didn't enjoy most of my time with this one, but I could see the appeal. It reads like a diary that accidentally fell out of a knapsack in between the vampire teeth and petticoat aisles at a Hot Topic. It tries to paint beautiful scenes, but not much happens to fill them (and some of its clever choices just become grating halfway through.)

The partner insists that 6.5 hours isn't good enough and might affect my rankings. But shit, if Muggsy Bogues could be a point guard for 14 seasons in the NBA *and* star in Space Jam while just being 5'3"...