Wednesday Bag o’ Chill
You know, it’s a miracle I’m still around.
The Children’s Table
Funny how that desk doesn’t look so tiny when real presidents sit behind it, huh?
The Logjam Breaks
Lordy, it’s going to be hard to be gracious in victory and not return spite for spite, but I’ll try.
Signs & Portents
Fame is a heady drug. So where are the girls and money already?
Monday Pack o’ Joe
What, you say Hallowe’en isn’t a national holiday? Well, it damn well should be!
Curse of the Fly
Our mail-in ballots arrived yesterday afternoon. I filled mine out this morning.
(Relatively) Unashamed
It still jars to have to think about, plan around, and reassure friends and readers we’re taking measures to stay safe during this goddamn pandemic. I don’t want it to be the new normal. There’s nothing normal about it.
Mars Observing the Full Range of Precautions
If I was an observer on Mars, interpreting television signals from Earth, about all I could say with certainty right now is “something’s up, and I don’t like the looks of it.”