Another Year Shot To Hell
My calendar year starts on the first day of November, and ends on October 31st, Halloween. Show me a Halloween baby who doesn’t feel the same way, and I’ll show you a soulless robot programmed to go along with the crowd.
Car Dog, Carpal Dog, YCRT!
Mister B is the car dog.
Magic 8-Ball Says “Doubtful” (Updated 10/29/31)
… parts of the story I commented on yesterday may (or may not) be wholly false.
Company, Critters, Controversy
… playing lets-pretend-it-didn’t-happen isn’t the way to go here. It’s lying, and will only fan the flames of culture war.
Back to the Bash
Bashers showed up from Tucson, Sierra Vista, and Phoenix … even one from El Paso.
Notes From My Underground
No theme. No theme. You’re the theme.
Giving It Away
It’s no secret I want to split the blanket with Mark Zuckerberg’s data-mining empire.
Hook, Line, & Sinker
I fell for a phishing scam on Facebook and spammed all my friends.