I Jinxed It
I said the words. I told the universe the snow was finished for the year. Now, as I dig out from a “shit pile” of white regret, I’m looking at the history of bacon and admitting that my writing schedule is now a weekly occupation.
I said the words. I told the universe the snow was finished for the year. Now, as I dig out from a “shit pile” of white regret, I’m looking at the history of bacon and admitting that my writing schedule is now a weekly occupation.
The static is bleeding. Agent K returns for Episode 1341, a second installment of long-form, high-distortion musical disruption. No intros. Just the signal.
“Ron didn’t just buy things. He bought the things that make things.” Inside the pole barn, Cronauer finds the lumber, lead, and ambition to turn a local signal into a regional resistance.
Frequencies drift. Life gets in the way. But the static is clearing, and Signal Drift is back. The next transmission goes live this Friday at Midnight. Thank you for your patience; we’ve found our way back to the ridge.
In 2007, Year Zero felt like sci-fi paranoia. In 2026, it feels like a live broadcast. Episode 1340 navigates the architectural grief of The Fragile and the lean return of With Teeth, but it’s the dive into Nine Inch Nails’ dystopian prophecy that hits hardest. This isn’t just a deep dive—it’s the sound of digital dissent recorded with a ‘fixer’ mentality, using the glitch as a weapon and the signal as a warning for a future that already arrived.
Everything on this blog comes from my bizarre brain—AI is just the cleanup crew. If you want a tool that actually listens, it’s time for HAL 2.0.
The 59th Annual Eau Claire Jazz Festival is taking over Barstow Street this April. From the legendary Jazz Crawl to headliners Byron Stripling and Wycliffe Gordon, here is everything you need to know.
The Prince of Darkness has officially landed on Discord. Join the new Rolling with Scissors community for direct access to episode notes, blog posts, and exclusive transmissions.
Bringing a classic Facebook tradition home to RWS. I used to type these lyrics out by hand—a massive pain in the ass. Identify the track in the comments, just don’t be the douchebag who Googles the answer.
While grinding on the new Rolling with Scissors gear store, I rediscovered some deep-seated muscle memory. Turns out, five years away from Eminem doesn’t mean you forget how to keep up with the Rap God. Here’s a status update on the store and a reminder that some signals never fade.