Lessons from my Kendo Dojo’s kids class “Fun Day” before the holidays: I am neither rhetorically nor emotionally equipped for Gen Alpha trash talk.

I Think You Should Probably Expect the Violence to Continue If You Keep Doing This Kind of Shit
by Karl Marx

Watching him slide out of Jabba’s brood pouch sure is gonna make The Bear hit different.

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Every day I start the Wordle with the same word. Today, for about three seconds, I thought it was finally my day to get it in one. Oh well.

“We’re not exactly sure where pain signals from your guts go to in your brain, but don’t worry—we checked and the brain’s sensory apparatus lights up like a Christmas tree when we shove a balloon up someone’s butt and inflate it!”

Good job, fellas.

Ugh… I just don’t have that “stay up ‘til 3am in the middle of the week to play the new Victoria 3 DLC when it goes live” kind of energy anymore, ya know?

What the hell happened. The years are not kind.

I hope all my porn-bot followers on the other site are doing okay. It seemed like they’d really been enjoying my tweets. 🙁💔

Putting a cat bed on my desk was the right call.

It’s a little embarrassing how much I care about impressing the WordleBot every morning.

Sometimes I marvel that 58% of Canadians voting for some flavour of left-leaning party is going to result in a Tory majority.

Then I remember Trudeau failed to get electoral reform done and I vibrate with incandescent rage.

Man, it’s gonna take some doing to get this thing to the local phone screen repair shop…

Alright. Let’s try this again.

Hello, world!