Introducing The BBP Blog

Cool, thanks for bein' here!

I'll be porting stuff over from the Blue Dopamine Doomscroll Hellscape page and showing a bit of love to our OGs.

Don't worry--we'll keep that page but for now, mostly just as a link between y'all and, uh... well, this.

In lieu of an actual post, have an ASCII butt:

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