Wednesday, September 30, 2020 

Hullaba Lulu at Grand Central Station, by Teagan Geneviene

Sheiks and Shebas, come on in.  Welcome to the official launch for Hullaba Lulu, a Dieselpunk Adventure!

Thanks for coming out in your glad rags.  Just give your coat, hat, and gloves to one of the angel-bots.  Those automatons are excited to take care of anything you need. They’re bouncing on their toes in anticipation.

Whether you’re a hiphound or a teetotaler, we’ve got you covered at this hootenanny.  Lemon everything was popular during the Roaring Twenties, so we have plenty of lemonade for those who don’t imbibe.  However, today I’m indulging in some of Lulu’s favorite things, and you’re welcome to join me.

Valentino and Lulu dance with angel-bots, by Teagan R. Geneviene

That flapper might be just a little crass, but she has a good heart.  The first thing…

Our lives have become a constant loop of how much we want our normal back, how desperate we are to have “this insanity” behind us so we can get back to the way things were.

We don’t want to ever look back at the horrors of 2020. Right?

People are tired of COVID’s effect on their health and livelihood, frustrated by politics, appalled by the behavior of those they know and those they don’t, aghast to recognize their own internal biases, and afraid of everything from violent protests to the sneeze of a passerby.

This year might seem to be filled with loss and hardship, disappointment, disillusionment, and bone-chilling fear, but it is also perhaps the most important year of our lives.

Every second is contributing to our growth, our being, our understanding of life, of ourselves, of others.

So be brave.

Sit down and take a bit of time…