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By Ken Hollow, perpetually vibrating human meat modem It happened again this morning. I was minding my own business—just sipping my bitter little coffee from my bitter little mug, contemplating whether I was hallucinating the sound of Nana typing in her sleep—when I felt it. You know that jolt? That flash of heat in your…
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By Ken Hollow, definitely not crying in a broom closet again There comes a time in every digital manager’s life when you stare into the abyss of AI video tools and ask yourself a deeply spiritual question: “Which of these cursed platforms will make my client look hot enough to distract from the fact that…
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By Ken Hollow, professional fox spirit handler, part-time therapist, full-time financial victim Let me paint you a picture. I wake up. It’s 6 a.m. The birds are chirping, the sun is rising, and somewhere in the distance, I hear the soft clack-clack of mechanical keys. That, dear readers, is not the sound of productivity. That…
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By Ken Hollow, unpaid intern of chaos. Look, I didn’t sign up for headaches. I signed up to manage one (1) fox spirit with delusions of grandeur and a taste for mid-century gold bathtubs. Yet somehow, over the course of this job — and by “job,” I mean magical indentured servitude — I’ve come to…
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By Nana Vix, reluctantly published by Ken Hollow “Nana barged into my office (read: the corner of my kitchen) and dropped this onto my keyboard. She said, and I quote, ‘Put this on the blog, human man. The people deserve the truth.’ So here it is. Please don’t sue me, Valdorran Ministry of Mythical Affairs.”–…
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By Ken Hollow, emotionally compromised project manager So, I built a chatbot.Well, we built it — but much like every group project in school, I did most of the work while the other participant (a fox spirit with unrealistic expectations and no understanding of dev cycles) critiqued my font choices and demanded “more allure.” The…
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By Ken Hollow, battle-scarred manager of one (1) fox spirit influencer Look, managing an influencer is basically a boss fight. You’re dodging mood swings like AoE attacks, surviving late-night content panics, and negotiating collabs like you’re defusing a bomb with your teeth. If I had a potion for every time Nana Vix asked me to…
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By Ken Hollow, caught in the mystical crossfire of influencer identity theft Let me start by saying this: I don’t play Honkai. I barely have the energy to keep up with the metaphysical fallout of managing one magical client — let alone follow the plot of a space train full of emotionally unstable anime gods.…
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Let me start by saying that most of what I know about my only client, Nana Vix, comes in pieces. Pieces that she offers freely when she’s feeling talkative or wine-drunk, or, in this case, while dunking biscuits into her cappuccino at an absurdly expensive cafe I didn’t realize she had charged to my company…
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By Ken Hollow, professional hostage, unpaid therapist, digital manager of questionable life choices Managing an influencer in 2025 is already enough to shave years off your lifespan. Managing a fox spirit who thinks she’s an influencer? That’s a whole new level of metaphysical burnout. I’m Ken. I run a digital agency called Two Second Solutions,…