it's so much of our own existence when we say ploggers. sleep tight suckos.

We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.

After nearly 3 years, I guess Blaseball was finally finished cooking.

Congrats to the Chicago Firefighters for finally counting every number just as the discord ended! Great job, everyone.

this is honestly one of the coolest projects i think we did over in caresland 350 pages, over 100 contributiors, at least 4 edible recipes The Moody Cookbook; available in Digital, Practical, and Collectors versions. blaseballcares.com/products/the-m…

Ever wanted to know how to read the Hazard Diamond? The National Fire Protection Agency has an easy to understand guide on how to read and understand this symbol we've adopted for our team. nfpa.org/News-and-Resea…

Ever wondered where to get information in emergencies? Check out this helpful graphic: Credit: tumblr.com/juney-blues/72…

I should call her

First blaseball...

I miss it

We're So Fucking Back

See you all at the hot mulligan show tonight

I don't use Twitter like at all anymore, except sometimes to log into one of the bot accounts (I deleted my main account a while back) to view something someone has sent me. I just really felt like logging in to the team again, to reminisce. Thanks for everything!