I love the implication that Ford was still writing parts of the journal right as Weirdmageddon was starting up. Like he’s writing it as him and Dipper are running through the woods together, trying to keep hidden as Bill’s weirdness takes over the town.
GIRL STOP WRITING AND GET HIM
Ford, squatting with his journal on his knee, carefully inking in the body of the monster actively ending the world: “Dipper, stand guard for me while I finish drawing this beautiful landscape of the cliffs around our endangered town. And can I borrow your white-out? I need it to draw Bill’s eye really big—”
WAIT YEAH, HE DOES USE WHITE OUT FOR THAT PAGE, DOESN’T HE?
Post uncancelled, FORD WE ARE IN AN APOCALYPSE. STOP DOING ARTS AND CRAFTS.
He keeps his art supplies in his coat for ease of access.
Imagine being the only person alive who can say this
buzz aldrin and neil armstrong liked to do a thing where they’d tell unfunny jokes at parties about being on the moon and when people were confused they’d go “guess you had to have been there”
ALT
