Okay, was anybody going to tell me that Evil Supply Co. is rebranding as @netherworldpost or was I supposed to read that in a meme myself?
Recent data has shown I need to do more work discussing this. So I’m making a new post to pin.
(To be clear: aside from this meme, we have no connection to Chris Fleming)
“WHY REBRAND? PARAPHRASE ANSWERS I AM BUSY”
Evil Supply Co. began life as “hey where do villains and monsters shop for birthday cards?”
This was good fun. And will continue forward, it isn’t changing.
Because we had “evil” in our name, from the first day we launched a lot of folks found us and wanted to discuss fictional horror, real world terrors, and real world true crime.
We deal exclusively with bumbling and silliness. We are spooky, never scary.
This rebranding is not a judgement or rebuke of taste, it is a realization “going forward, we need to be clearer.”
“WHO IS IN CHARGE? WE LIKE THAT WEIRD REDGHOST FELLOW. DID YOU SELL OUT?!”
Atticus Q. Redghost (hi) owned, operated, wrote, illustrated, and designed all the work for Evil Supply Co. The exact same for Netherworld Post.
I did a significant amount of client work (some RPG-based, some not) in addition to running ESC. I’ve closed almost of all of that down to build Netherworld Post going forward.
No one else owns any part of the company, prior or going forward.
My producer. She worked with me to build Evil Supply Co. in the background. Since a lot of business work has been done to shift away from client work, she began being more visible in the rebrand. Also she is hilarious. She makes for good public stories.
Recovering + legal battle while covid hitting the world in 2021.
Realizing the best path forward would be to consolidate out non-ESC business stuff in 2022-2023. Basically, like every other company in the world, I realized this is a chance to reboot.
The new blog is @netherworldpost and the email signup is netherworldpost.com and the blog launches in April 2023 and the shop opens in late autumn 2023.
I hope to send you all parcels and letters and cards again soon!
Baking bread so I can make a sandwich and then write about witches living in haunted forests baking magic bread for their wives. Research is important!
A quick video experiment! Testing out symmetrical grids! This is a sketch for a blog post about calling your friends a Cousin, in the Addams Tradition.
In the process of building… a lot of media things at once (laugh). In time I’ll have more sketch videos, with sound even! Music! Lighting, et cetera!
I am sticking to this weird work hack thing called “a production schedule created by my producer” this last week and it is surprisingly helpful.
(Unseen: Fang prepares to hit me over the head with a pillow)
The stress of the business-shift (as rambled previously) has opened up a lot of energy to focus and just make things.
Have you ever recovered from something and the loss of pressure made you feel almost hollow, then you begin to fill up the space with Things You Want to Do and Things You Need to Do But Aren’t Horrible?
my definition of success in life – my prime ambition – is to settle everything I am responsible for until I am left with only side quests
there are no big boss battles to gear up for
no level grinding
every day, all day, is a series of side quests – occasionally, and I do mean only occasionally – rolling into something akin to a main quest, but the consequences are so insignificant that it, too, this larger side quest, is simply that: “a larger side quest”
if you ever encounter me in the wild, my fellow, I am an NPC of almost background quality
This week’s blog post begins an important theme: it’s better to mail than receive. Or, at the very least, it’s easier to accept that you’re probably going to mail far more than you receive.
The vast majority of my friends are not mailers.
This is is a perfectly acceptable reality to me – I make mail and send it out because I love the making, the fussing, the sending, and the recipients.
(As a side note, if you DO want to share mail with good ol’ atty, Netherworld Post’s PO box is linked in this article).
Peggy accepts her immediately. Uses incorrect language but unintentionally – except when she is speaking Spanish, here she uses currently accepted genderqueer language. Bobbi is grateful for her effort.
Hank does not know how to respond. Distracted while building something, he has a small medical emergency. Bobbi saves his life.
Hank awakens in the hospital. “That girl’s… alright,” (Hank does that little half-laugh, heh heh. Then gets quiet a moment. “Thank you Bobbi.”
Hank threatens every transphobe in Arlen. “You aren’t supporting women’s right, you are a god dang idiot! She is a woman! Call her a ‘him’ again and I’ll kick your ass!”
Buck Strickland has died of cardiac failure. He has left Hank the Arlen branch of Strickland Propane. Equal parts reward for decades of service and tax dodge. Hank hires Bobbi as his assistant manager. “I was about your age when I started here.”
They retain the name Strickland Propane. There is a framed photo of Buck in the employee lounge.
Every year on the anniversary of Buck Strickland’s death, Hank goes to Drugstore Cowboys, drinks 1 beer, and tips every dancer handsomely. He does not enjoy the experience. He drives his truck to a secluded parking lot and cries, mourning the loss of his mentor, friend, and antagonist.
Profits quadruple in the coming years without Buck’s embezzlement and tax fraud. Hank sends Miz Liz a portion of the profits every year until her passing at the age of 97. “I know I don’t have to, Peggy, but the woman… well, she put up with a lot.”
Boomhauer teaches Bobbi how to pick up women to the annoyance of Peggy who thinks her daughter should settle down. I remind the audience reading this Bobbi is 22. Very young to settle down.
Bill goes into therapy with Bobbi’s insistence, begins working on his personal problems, retires from the army, returns to dating Reverend Stroup. They do not marry but enjoy each other’s company for the rest of their lives.
Bill opens a barber shop and is moderately successful, mostly because he doesn’t charge enough. He is exceptionally happy. His clientele skews towards the elderly, he and they keep each other company.
Dale is immediately supportive. He has mildly offensive theories that he spouts at every opportunity, to which Hank shuts down. “Shut up, Dale.”
Joseph and Bobbi text but don’t spend much time together. Joseph is working for the NFL, not as a player. He has a cushy office job and frequently sends Bobbi autographed photos of players from various teams.
Nancy offers Bobbi tips on dating and makeup tips. This also infuriates Peggy to no end, but compromises are met.
Nancy and Bobbi make exceptionally cheesy local retail commercials for Strickland Propane that air late at night.
The videos are incredibly popular and Hank struggles with dozens of emails a day asking to buy Strictland t-shirts, hats, pins. He does not understand the internet, much less merchandising.
Peggy takes over and begins contributing a substantial portion to the family income. Hank is uncomfortable but accepts the world is changing in ways he cannot understand or predict. He loves his wife, this is enough to understand.
Mihn has suspected for years but knew it wasn’t her place to say. When Bobbi comes out they go shopping, Mihn buying her a few dresses. There is a scene where she pours Bobbi a margarita and they have multiple heart-to-heart discussions.
Kahn struggles to understand what is going on and is furious at having to pay for it. He complains, Mihn screams at him in Laotian. He humbly accepts.
Mihn has not poured Kahn a margarita. He grumbles about this, commenting that he is a highly paid CEO with hundreds of employees, and is ignored. He drinks the margarita and quietly, sincerely, comments his love for the amount of sugar Mihn uses on the glass.
Bobbi and Mihn’s glasses are rimmed with salt. Mihn has made her husband’s glass with sugar because he prefers it this way. She never admits to this caring gesture.
Luanne is over the moon with joy and considers Bobbi a sister. Lucky offers to slip in Meg-lo Mart to acquire funds for Bobbi’s surgery. Bobbi thanks him sincerely but is doing comedy videos on the internet, making a small fortune, and can easily afford it.
Connie has moved away to go to college and returns to town to visit when she hears. She and Bobbi remain close friends for the rest of their lives but do not date, this chapter having long closed.
Connie becomes a world renowned musician, selling out concerts within minutes. She scores Bobbi’s internet videos, helping build up her fame.
John Redcorn has become a US Senator and is re-elected countless times. He helps Hank understand Bobbi’s transition with stories of his tribe.
Bobbi sends him a box of steaks every Thanksgiving, which he shares with his staff in a massive cookout.
Hank spends an incredible amount of time worrying whether the propane he sends to John Redcorn every Thanksgiving can be construed as a bribe, fed by his own insecurities, ignorance of how government gifting laws work, and Dale’s ramblings.
Dale attempts to interfere by sending John Redcorn a forged bill from Strictland Propane. This leads to an investigation into the propane industry in Arlen.
Hank is cleared of all wrong doing, is invited to the White House. “Oh god, there is a Democrat in office. But Peggy if I don’t go, that means I hate America. I do not hate America!”
The investigation does uncover countless violations by Thatherton Fuels and Thatherton himself is indicted on multiple federal charges. Murray Hogarth steps down and Hank wrestles with the decision to take over or stay at Strickland, eventually declining to spend time to get to know his daughter better.
Jo-Jack, now sober, accepts the commissioner’s job.
Enrique works part time at Strictland, the rest of his time running SugarFoot’s – the restaurant and fleet of mobile trucks with a territory stretching across all of Arlen and creeping into McMaynerberry.
