—The Return of the Whatever from High Atop the Thing—
Old tumblr becomes new tumblr. Past becomes the present. Old drunken posts from Pennsic become…well, old drunken posts from Pennsic.
The resurrection of this dilapidated wreck of a tumblelog will hopefully become a shining beacon of Sherlock Holmesian loveliness and beautiful genderfuckery. If I succeed. If not, it’ll go down like leaden brick. One seems significantly more likely than the other.