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Beyond the Rabbit Hole: A Guide to the Many Ways You Can Fall Into the Unknown

I was thinking… There comes a moment when a person, perhaps fueled by too much curiosity or not enough sleep, finds themselves deep in the Rabbit Hole—a place where thoughts spiral, internet searches never end, and what started as “how deep is the ocean?” turns into “are we living in a simulation, and does my dog know?” For most, this is the point where they recognize they should probably go to bed. For others—those with an unchecked thirst for knowledge (or gin)—the Rabbit Hole isn’t the end. It’s just the entry point. Beyond it, things get… strange. So, what happens

A Sasquatch in an office setting, dressed in business casual attire, giving a deadpan stare at the camera in classic "Jim from The Office" fashion. The scene includes a desk, computer, coffee mug, and cubicles in the background, blending workplace humor with cryptid absurdity.

The Sasquatch Who Knew Too Much (And Why Humans Are Too Dumb to Listen)

A Hairy Tale of Wisdom and Woe Deep in the uncharted wilderness, past the reach of 5G signals and human common sense, lives a creature of extraordinary intelligence—a Sasquatch so enlightened, so profoundly wise, that his every grunt contains the secrets of the cosmos. But do humans listen? Of course not. Much like an all-knowing husband who foresees disaster before his wife even finishes saying, “Oh, it’ll be fine,” this Sasquatch suffers the same fate: being perpetually ignored, dismissed, and conveniently proven right only when it’s far too late. This is the story of Sasquatch the Scapegoat, the ancient, unshaven

The Evolution of Author Known: The Half-Man, Half-Sasquatch Legacy

When he was born, the trees stood still. The wind did not move. Even the birds, those messengers of the shifting world, held their breath. It was not that he was unnatural—it was that he was new. He was both and neither, legend and flesh, story and storyteller, a force that could not be tamed by the limits of myth or man. He did not belong to either world, so he created his own. And in doing so, he became Author Known.

Warp-Speed Coffee: The Best Part of Waking Up… is Breaking Light Speed

Once upon a time, in a galaxy far, far here, humanity faced its greatest challenge: space travel at warp speed. The problem wasn’t just physics—it was energy. Every attempt to propel a ship past the speed of light ended in disaster: melted hulls, spontaneous combustion, and one unfortunate incident where a ship ended up somehow traveling backward in time to 1347, arriving just in time for the Black Plague. NASA didn’t love the paperwork on that one. Enter Dr. Fiona Brewster, astrophysicist, engineer, and part-time barista at the NASA coffee station. Her passion for coffee wasn’t just about staying awake

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The Story of The Sasquatch Boy, How to Deal with Bullies

Before the world knew what a Sasquatch was, before grainy film footage turned a lumbering shadow into a legend, before the name became a marketing gimmick for jerky and truck decals—there was a boy. He wasn’t born with the name. No mother ever held her newborn and thought, Yes, this child shall walk the earth as Sasquatch. No, the name was given. Or rather, thrown. Spat out from the mouth of another boy—one with just the right mix of meanness and timing, the kind of boy who figures out early that some words stick like burrs in the brain. It

February 22, 2025

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Who is Author Known? The Masked Hands of a Sasquatch Boy’s Genius

Once upon a time, in the vast, untamed wilderness of imagination, a 7-year-old Sasquatch boy roamed free. He was wild, unfiltered, and completely unconcerned with the expectations of the adult world. His ideas were reckless, brilliant, dumb, and undeniably true—and they needed a voice. Enter Author Known. Not an author. Not really. More like a typist. A scribe. The hands of something far greater than himself. A craftsman in the business of building things—some made of wood, some made of words, all built with the same stubborn refusal to accept mediocrity. His job? To give the Sasquatch boy’s voice a