by Ken Hollow, marketing burnout survivor and professional buzzword assassin Look, I love marketing as much as the next exhausted digital marketer who can’t tell if they’re doing content strategy or performing an interpretive dance for the algorithm. But there’s one thing that’s been chipping away at my sanity since approximately my third Zoom call…
by Ken Hollow, ranking #157 for the keyword “despair” Let me set the scene: it’s 2:37AM. I’m hunched over my laptop in a bathrobe that hasn’t known joy (or detergent) in weeks, staring at Google Search Console like it’s about to personally apologize to me. Spoiler: it doesn’t. I’m on page 9 for keywords I…
By Ken Hollow, Professional Indoorsman & Existential Botanophobe There’s a phrase echoing through the cursed halls of the internet lately: “Go touch grass.” It used to be a petty insult. Now it’s practically a wellness doctrine. Influencers are out here sipping moss smoothies in hammocks and posting sunrise photos captioned “healing.” Meanwhile, I’m still under…
By Ken Hollow, professional fox spirit babysitter, and part-time parasocial wreck. There was a moment last week when I realized something was… off. I had just spent forty-five minutes watching a VTuber debate whether cereal is a soup, and I found myself nodding, laughing, and even commenting, “so true bestie” like I was in a…
By Ken Hollow, still haunted by his last Pomodoro timer. Look, I’m not saying I’m the worst at productivity. I’m just saying that if procrastination were an Olympic sport, I’d at least place bronze (silver on a good day, gold if Nana isn’t around to judge me). Over the years, I’ve tried every shiny new…