A Very Good Blog by Keenan

I caved and spent the $32 fucking dollars to have 24 hours of internet access in the middle of our 10 straight days at sea.

In the nearly two months since I last published something on this very good blog, Katy and I: Listed our house.

Let's file this under #immigrationdiary or something, I dunno.

I'm not gonna do the thing.

The moviefilm Titanic was released on December 19, 1997, and remained in theaters for 54 consecutive weeks following its initial release.

Zach poked his head into my inbox the other day to offer a suggestion: What if we traded blog post titles?

I have held off writing about this, but I don't think I can, in good conscience, sit with this dark secret any longer: I don't name my forks.

I remember the cornfields, how each stalk would tower over you by August.

Today, I sat in front of this stupid dumb iA Writer window and stared with utter contempt at this gorgeous light blue cursor for what felt like three fucking hours, and by the time I closed the window, it had left but two paragraphs in its wake, one great…

Disclaimer: I reference imaginary violence and very real health anxiety triggers in this piece.

Table of Contents: Preramble Please, Keenan, dear god, I just want the basics!

After months of deliberately denying myself a daily coffee due to tummy reasons, I have recently ventured back into the realm of making my morning bean juice.

Update—01/28/2025: I know the writing on my site often oscillates between earnest and absurd, but for this post, please know that this is coming from a place of absolute sincerity.

Because both Jarrod and Robb asked so nicely, and (mostly) because I've been feeling super self-conscious about not publishing anything,[1] here are my answers to this little blog questions challenge that has been circling the Independent World Wide Web.

In college, I was a Fiction Writing major.

Annie posted another blogging challenge.

Or, I suppose, more accurately, I got my nose pierced.[1] I am not advocating for you to pierce yourself, your friends, your pets, any tubers (aside from a nice potato, just to make sure it's done and ready to mash).

Listen along with the audioblog: 1 This is the first time I remember crying: It's, I don't know, 1991?

I know it just came out today, but I am already ready to declare that there is no greater device than iPhone 16 Pro.

Update—10/11/2024: The essay that this post is about is done.