Every morning, my routine includes making sure the birdbath and feeder are in good standing. I’ve seen enough, from the military to Manhattan, to know that few would do such a thing.
Ultimately, this one little Mockingbird and a Yellow-Jacket named Phil have the planet’s ear. Maybe I’ll get a mulligan when she casts us all into her molten depths or flings us into space. I could use the laugh.
Preach truths, toke jokes, and shoplift Amazon. I watched a high school kid use a dead cat as a Tik Tok prop this morning. That’s fine – the body was spent – but the dumb bastard had to do three takes!!!

Professionalism, children. I want to see the asteroid in real-time from some intelligent angles.

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