Hal Schrieve - writer and librarian ze/hir

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Writer, cartoonist, librarian. Halschrieve.com for writer-y info, Halschrieve.itch.io for comics, @ howlmarin on insta for art. Buy and read Fawn’s Blood, my vampire novel

Image of an old woman standing on a very small disk. She says: “hi! I’m binkina crone! I have all my own teeth! I’m always nude! Hahaha!”
Drawing of hot baruch spinoza as hot masaniello with a little cunty hat
Cover of Here Where We Live Is Our Country:The Story Of The Jewish Bund by Molly Crabapple.
Although Eberhardt largely devoted herself to the Muslim way of life, she frequently partook of marijuana and alcohol[27] and had many lovers.[28][29][30] According to a friend, Eberhardt "drank more than a Legionnaire, smoked more kief than a hashish addict and made love for the love of making love".[31] She was heterosexual, but often treated sexual intercourse as impersonal.[32] The reason for her Arabic companions' tolerance of her lifestyle has been debated by biographers. According to Mackworth, the "delicate courtesy of the Arabs" led them to treat Eberhardt as a man because she wished to live as one.[28] Eberhardt's behaviour made her an outcast with the French settlers and the colonial administration, who watched her closely.[33] Seeing no reason why a woman would choose the company of impoverished Arabs over her fellow Europeans, they eventually concluded she must be an English agent, sent to stir up resentment towards the French.[34]
Unlike Eden II, where the video game can spasmodically stretch, ignoring material constraints, to cover all of reality, the video game in A/S/L lies underneath, a superstructure, a narrative, an arcana guiding these women’s lives, just as real– the moments where it peeks through as possibility are goosebump-raising. They cannot perceive this structure except in doubtful glimpses– it is both inside and outside them, showing us, the reader, that there is something connecting perception beyond the shadows anyone individually sees on their own wall. The shadows are shared– a reality exists that affects us whether or not we understand it. Jeanne Thornton is the best at writing teenagers and I think she is one of the greatest at writing sorcery, magic, invocation and dreams. Wroten seems to shine most when writing about dyads, mangled-frustrated romantic desire, the darkness of small children, and the indignant hope for total future purity which can still exist at the bottom of a pit.
This review, in its non-comics-head engagement with what amounts to the first few pages, rushes the summary of the central plot, which is that Ellis (who uses they/them), in reaction to ennui and internal pain and maybe a bit of a rotten crush on a hot femme housemate, engineers a promising virtual reality where anything is possible– only to have it stolen by a stubbly professor who sells it to a wicked corporation, who use it to attempt to control everyone. The housemates, together with the professor’s genius five-year-old daughter and, eventually, the regretful, alcoholic professor himself, then attempt to wrest control of the game and the world back from the corporation. They remove corporate control of the game and then vanish into it; the world outside the game then dies. I am not sure if Wroten would agree with me, but it seems thematically linked to The Chronicles of Narnia’s final book, The Last Battle, where virtue is tested against satanic evil before yeeting everyone good into a healed world where their bodies no longer matter
An indescribably gray silver wet slab of something sits adjacent to a fecal-looking pile of meat. The canned carrots look kind of okay
Image of a wikipedia talk page about the deaths in iran protests. One user alleges that the internet is flooded with propagandists claiming 30k deaths shen that us more than four years of civilian deaths in russo-ukrainian war. Another user says that many people died in mariupol alone. Another says that in mariupol the UN could only confirm a thousand deaths
A page from Library Lil, featuring a strangely tattoo-free biker leaning over the bar to threaten the bartender, who is explaining that nobody in town watches tv because of a librarian
Image of a plate of food with matzo, visible is a zine version of the faggot haggadah
Marc thinks of herself as a well-adjusted human male, relatively good at her job1 and job2–though, as we saw above, she might not know very much about it. Her vast troves of knowledge about different planets amount to trivia, and she assumes she understands things far more deeply than she actually does; when she’s around real people, she tends to be judgy and awkward, even when those people, like the Thants, share some cultural context, or, like Santine, helped raise her. We could say that some cognitive pathways have been foreclosed, perhaps, by the reflexive and automatic way she unfolds information, repeats it by rote. Simultaneously, she is attracted to difference and the unknown. When she meets Rat, she falls instantly in love.
An image of a cartoon from American artist Ron Cobb in 1975, showing the shadow of a warplane flying above pitted bomb craters. One vietnamese person says to the other, “theyre having problems with their economy again.”
Image by Leo Fox of Jounce, a purple creature who looks like a cat with no ears and weird bat wings instead of arms and long doctor seuss feet. Jounce says: “my name is jounce, and i am the spirit of perversion”
Mom stands in door, says: okay, show me, then i have to go. Alien girl: just watch! See see— i am a spaceship. Both her and her sister are shapeshifting so their bodies more resemble rockets and fire than the bodies of little girls Her sister: i am the fire! First girl: she’s fire on me! They fall to floor: thud!
Reporter: “what would you say to these wild allegations that vampires want to make more of their own kind?” Vampire: “we do!” Reporter: “but you mean like, the kids who are just innately vampires who can’t help it, right?” Vampire: huh? No
Lucy pulls the football from charlie brown, who says AUGH!
A nerdy guy working for Effluvia Magazine says: “wendel here works in the mail room, ms clarion! He wants us to publish a story about gay liberation on mars!” Ms clarion, an imposing hawk nosed woman editor, says “ABOUT WHAT?” Wendel, a gay wannabe writer, says “haha’ what he means is i’ve submitted s little science fiction piece here that incorporates a basic human rights statement few could argue with!”
Image of corn where a magnifying glass hovers showing each grain is a pig
A huge thing thar looks like a crane and a tank had a baby. It is for removing vast areas of topsoil to get brown coal
Inventor of chemical fertilizers
Lizards from southeast asia
A peasant w a banner that says Freedom! From 1524