Thursday 6 June 2013
Wrongcards is a mysterious event; we often work at midnight at my kitchen table. Very funny things happen behind the scenes, but I can't even get to those things if you don't have some context. So let's start there. To begin, let me tell you why I'm in Spain.
Saturday 23 February 2013
On the upper floor of my house I have a large room furnished with a single persian rug that I call The Dojo of Deprivation. On the outside of the door I have a sign that says: "Kris's room. The Dojo of Deprivation. Keep out." And two skulls and crossbones for good measure. Nobody can see the sign except me.
Saturday 3 November 2012
People often say to me: 'Kris, why are you walking around clutching a jar full of wasps to your chest?' And I just say, 'I'm befriending them in case of a wasp plague.' It feels nice when people worry about me. Lately it has been pointed out that very little is known about the individual(s) behind Wrongcards. I'm addressing that lapse today. Let's do this.
Wednesday 1 August 2012
I'm a bonafide alpha male, so I am pretty rich in the lore of Being a Man. And the last thing I would want to happen is for my Nanna to watch Guy Code and suddenly just, you know, figure me out. Still...
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