The other night I had a dream where there was an event at a mall called a "Jerkcity Reading" where i think the point was to recite Jerkcity comics with other people in a weird improv thing. It took place in like this big ornate room where there were drinks and catering set up and everything. The event was affiliated with GLAAD for some Fucking reason and everyone there was predictably queer.
Anyways I was welcomed and handed a scrabble bag full of words arranged inside it "like ice cubes" but when I tried to take them out the words melted through my hand so then I couldn't say them. Due to this catastrophic fuckup on my part they had to cancel the Jerkcity Reading for the day and tried to make it an art thing instead.
The event immediately devolved into hostile infighting after an intricate web of interpersonal grudges bubbled up to the surface all at once, causing the gathering to be postponed entirely. The dream has stuck with me ever since.
cohost is its own thing. the de facto Twitter replacement will be the Jerkcity Reading
