The Voodoo He Do So Well: 2024 Stillers What-Have-You

Yinz already know I'm going through the "life transition," and whatever. I'll take my D- on this, and be happy not be exiled to Lowratio's outhouse for a fortnight. Between my work computer not having access to funny gifs, and my home computer is suddenly quite ill, on top of everything...

Monday Morning Mock Draft: Oh Brother Where Art Thou?

I was trying to work on a different topic but it wasn't working to my exacting standards and seemed likely to age badly, so I had it step down from this week's topic nomination and reached into my 'Suggested Topics' file cabinet and pulled one from frequent contributor Rikki-Tikki-Deadly. This week

Monday Morning Mock Draft: Let’s Hit The Road

Ok, we won't go into 'Horatio climbs mountains' again, because frankly two mentions on consecutive days is probably one mention too much.  But I did in fact spend a lot of time outdoors today going uphill, (it's pretty funny seeing my Fitness Calculator just fucking spin at how many calories

Monday Morning Mock Draft: Hey, Not So Loud!!

(I can't think of a decent featured image for this one; someone hit with me some little people!) Greetings, folks.  I write this after having gone out to dinner with some friends who know the owners of the restaurant, (and who I suspect bankrolled at least some of it), and let

Monday Morning Mock Draft: Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes!

Greetings people who are looking to avoid work on a Monday.  Today I'm avoiding it entirely, because I took the day off.  Why?  Because I realized that I have something like 360 hours of stored up vacation time and I can't cash it out, nor can I even donate it

Friday Morning Brain Farts/Carpenter Jorb

In lieu of actual prose, here's some randomness to waste time while waiting for DJ 3000 to reload munitions from last night's operations the playlist. I semi-successfully managed to get through my first week as a 9-1-1 operator without causing any serious harm. So, that's a plus. Somehow I've managed to

Monday Morning Mock Draft: This Is The End

OK, so I'm not gonna lie:  I went out and had a few pints this afternoon and kind of forgot about this until 10:19 pm.  I then tried to get into Slack because I've got a couple of suggestions in there I was saving for just such an occasion, but

A Thursday Afternoon Carpenter Existential Experience!

Greetings, hola, guten tag, ni how, and yadda yadda. I swear the month of February exists only to mess with people's sense of time, space, and perception. 2024 is already six weeks old, we never really had winter in Yinzburgh, and I can't tell if the days are getting longer (sort

Your “How the Hell Is it Mardi Gras?” Open Night Chatty-Chat

Seriously. T-Swift can'y even stand yet after post-Owl celebrations her and Travis have been doing, and it's friggin' Lent tomorrow. On Valentine's Day! Anyway, it's Mardi Gras tonight, so NAWLINS had to have been weirder than normal this past weekend/week. I'm grew up Catholic, and now generously describe myself as "lapsed" at