So yeah. in A small but passable life.

It’s a maybe not. 100 degrees is predicted for both Saturday and Sunday.

I had to put aside the Lewis & Clark journals for a bit. I’m kinda getting annoyed with their attitude. It’s like if I, a complete stranger, walked into your living room and said “You are a savage, and by the way, all this is mine now.”

Trump reading prepared remarks. He’s so fucking stupid and brain dead he can’t even fake empathy. Typical of sociopaths. At least he’s got that part right.

The gun debate goes on.

That genie will never be put back in the bottle.

477 days. 521 mass shootings in the U.S.

The pinnacle of human evolution. Look around people, this is the best we can do.

When the aliens arrive they’ll be conversing with the cetaceans not homo sapiens.

Well, one more cup of coffee and I’ve got things to do. The guys are coming to power wash everything tomorrow and Mom has been freaking out for days because things need to be put away. It’ll take me twenty minutes. But no, she has to obsess about it.

So yeah.

Last updated October 03, 2017