One of the most intriguing subcultural (r)evolutions lies in the rise of the Blerd. Over the course of the past several years, interest in geek culture has blown up, creating a space for more representation within border-breaking genres. At some pin on the timeline, the Blerd – a.k.a. Black Nerd – was birthed.
Hey Fab Bats! We’re all aware as to why getting your news solely from social media is on the if-side. But, in the end of the day it’s really about fact checking. I like to do a bit of grave digging around the web before writing. Here are some of the sources I use…
Angry Generation-Why? speaking. Again.
There are a lot of things going on in the world that need talking about, but everyone keeps asking about the US President elect and what we’re supposed to do with him. Get together, break open a bag of chips and express your discontent with the current state of affairs…
Hey Fab Bats! Must give cred where cred is due: I’ve been getting some good sleep lately and for that have terrifying tunes to thank. Thought I’d share several favorite albums with those of you weary from lack of winks. Here’s to insomnia:
Hey Fab Bats! How you doing? Me, personally, I’m feeling a little on the grinchy side. You know, what with the state of the world. To counteract that, I’ve been looking at some pretty light content before getting back to the heavy stuff (so heavy it makes all the dead bodies I’ve hauled light as feathers in comparison). Lets take a break from the System n’ Stuff and countdown these top master face painters:
Hey Fab Bats! Been grammin’ on the Insta and, as every glance goes, was bombarded by the many fitness gurus promoting “healthy living”. These users usually don politically correct curves, live off glorious platters of raw rainbow veggies and preach semi-permanent positivity.
Hey Fab Bats! With a couple projects in the crock pot, I can’t wait to serve each of you Fab Bats some soup from the dead man’s soul. Between cookin’ up some eerie eats for you fab freaks and checking in on my Dad’s lab so the pipes don’t pop and the test tubes stop….. I am somewhat in need of an intermission.
Calling all my Fat Bats! Don’t know about you, but although I appreciate a good scare, November’s Friday of fear is not my jug of Oolong. You know what is good? Cyber Monday.