Day 4 of The Great Dinkle Ohioana Disaster of ’24. After the unfortunate repeat of an incident with an errant brick and a computer, be ware of eve hill has been asked to stay home from work for the rest of week. Her stylist is optimistic that he will be able to hide the bald patches with some strategic combing. csroberto has been wearing out the capslock on his keyboard writing purgatorial fanfiction to get the bad feelings out. Sorial Promise is searching for just the right emoji to express his singular brand of jovial disgust. Banana Jr is fuming in the background preparing a screed of epic proportions. And, as always, Epicus is holding his hands in front of his eyes refusing to take a peek at the horrors beyond imagination masquerading as Crankshaft on GoComics.
And how have I been coping? Of course, with an archive dive.
Because this is a tragedy we really should have seen coming and prepared better for.
After all, Dinkle was pecking out crimes against literature decades before Loathsome Lil, or Lamentable Les were ever bitten by the radioactive writing bug. Dinkle’s autobiography goes all the way back to March 1979.



