Breathe.
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There’s nothing like coming home from an epic weekend to a busted HVAC system. Luckily, it feels amazing outside. “Open windows” are a sign of “roughing it” in the city of Dallas. It’s like a tent, sort of. A tent with better bullet protection. Preach truths, toke jokes, and shoplift Amazon, my peeps. It was…
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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…
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But I respect it enough not to go full-foot. That rug could get pulled out from under me at any second. Just push play… The neighborhood commuters have a love/hate relationship with our Halloween lawn art – yes, it’s art, bucko. The walkers love it, even though I don’t understand a word they’re saying. The…
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Good morning, all you shiny happy people. Today will be a sad day in Rev’s world, but I’ll explain tomorrow. In the meantime, here is a photo of an empty bowl of my wife’s magnificent white cheddar and bacon mac. Also, I finally have a good anti-mosquito candle! Preach truths, toke jokes, and shoplift Amazon.…
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DJT isn’t proof we’re living in an alternate timeline. Someone on Slasher just said they love the Poltergeist remake. That’s all the proof I need.

















