Last week I said the machine was live. That was only technically true. This week it’s actually done — galleries fixed, bugs dead, and I’m entirely too proud of it to shut up about.
It’s been three years since Tool hit this air — three years too long for a band that used to get played every single week. Dolly’s deep dive takes a one-week breather while Rolling with Scissors reconnects with Opiate through Lateralus in a full Solid Block.
An emergency pharmacy run after eight o’clock at the local Dollar General reveals a post-apocalyptic fashion show featuring local residents wearing industrial-strength Hefty bags.
A deep dive into Smackdaddy’s Gourmet Grub, the Chippewa Valley food truck redefining street eats with world-class comfort food and permanent patio residency at The Brewing Projekt.
The website rebuild is officially live and the core bugs are squashed. To celebrate, we are launching a terrifying new chronicle series dedicated to questionable culinary creations and kitchen alchemy.
Long live the queen. Program 1362 of Rolling with Scissors traces Dolly Parton’s raw, formative years from 1967 to 1970.
Sorry for the dead air. Rolling with Scissors is back on track with a brand-new custom website built from scratch, streamlined categories, and a fix on the way for the Signal Drift archives
The headlights are blinding, the carbines are leveled, and the first major arc of the Driftless resistance has hit the end of the line. Station Zero is stepping away from the mic for a brief maintenance cycle—here is when the signal cuts back through the static for Book Two.
The back door of the Checker Marathon swung open. Static, the German Shepherd, didn’t jump out. Two Aegis contractors stepped into the blinding spotlight, their weapons already raised and leveled at Cronauer’s chest. Cronauer froze, his boots planted in the mud, the engine of the GS ticking in the white glare. He slowly turned his head, his eyes locking onto Audrey behind him as the realization struck like a physical punch to the throat. The coordinates hadn’t been found. They had been given.
“We change the scale,” Cronauer said, his voice dropping into the deep, authoritative broadcast resonance he’d spent thirty years anchoring. “Joy Luebke and Eli are building a massive structural mast on Nottingham Ridge right now. If you stay here, you save one room until they lock your cage. If you come with me, we broadcast your medical logs, your triage data, and your pharmaceutical protocols to every ham operator and survivor from La Crosse to Madison. You can be a prisoner, or you can heal the whole valley from the sky.”