Job Number One
Job number one is to clear your flight path and not hit shit.
Red State Blues?
I don’t want to jinx it, so no more election talk for now.
Air-Minded: Contraband Crocodile
Snakes on a plane, meet contraband crocodile.
C-Word Connections
I don’t mind confessing that my favorite thing about colder weather is not having to walk the dogs at the crack of dawn.
Plug & an Update, Two Bits
In an era when “creators” monetize and paywall content, it’s nice to know the old school internet culture of freely sharing information lives on.
Pacing Ourselves
Streaming TV was made for folks like me.
The Cruelty Is the Point
Stay fresh, cheese bags!
An Ignorant S.O.B.
Such are the joys of trying to keep up with the news.