

Judging from the Twunts and Mails I've gotten, the new site is accomplishing many of its more esoteric goals, aside from simply being mobile-first and possessed of high utility broadly. Both hands are held in front of me, palms out, and my head is turned slightly in judgment - I am become ISO 3864-1, the international sign for no. I itch just thinking about the clumps of matted cheese-hair and the waves of hatching larvae you would have to shake off every time you picked the thing up. The middle part just kinda went in and then all the other face parts swept forward to claim the rest of the space.

I showed these special Sonic & Knuckles controllers to Brenna, the hairy ones, and her face turned inside out.
