The Libertine Collective

While live-blogging across the country in search of the Mothman of Point Pleasant, West Virginia, I found Tim lobbying for Japanese Giant-Robot Disarmament. He was unwashed and hoarse from shouting about love pillows and holding a cardboard sign with a crude drawing of Godzilla dry-humping Ultraman. I lured him into the car with a cheesesteak, then chloroformed him.

We returned to learn that Travis had taken up LARPing in our absence. We found him hurling sacks of birdseed at nerds and answering only to the name Lord Dreyfus Vandalay. He was lost. We kidnapped him and spent next six and a half days reconstructing his personality with Daft Punk albums, parkour and the first three seasons of Seinfeld.

Now that we’re home and back to normal, here’s the plan: we’ll be publishing on a when-it’s-ready basis instead of the 1st-and-15th schedule of our first series of episodes. You can reasonably expect at least one episode a month. See you soon!

Travis’s brush with a musical legend, and Tim’s solution to traffic.

In which we discuss Mike’s eating disorder, and Travis’s spite for his parents.

Rebranding Piracy and Amish debauchery.

In which Tim regales us with tales of girlfriends past—tales of confusion and peculiarity.

City beautification, siege engines in the bedroom, and Tim’s gorgeous, spherical head.

Of Soylent Green, the Holy City, and LSD.
 

Alien Hygiene, Pop Vampires and the future of Mummy films