Excuse me, sir, but I can't see the television.

So, anyways, I'm a novelist not a nature photographer and my latest, Absolution, is about a man and his pet gator and all the misadventures they get up to out in the swamp. Along with the piano playin' wise-crackin' Old Jim. Pick it up if you like lighthearted, jocular tall tales.

Find and read a banned book.

Then, once you've learned from it, hit a Nazi with it.

Words can, indeed, hurt, just as well as stick and stones.

Books are fucking heavy.

I have been struck by the muse.

Like, right in the crotch.

But she's got me writing today, so I guess I can't complain.

As an English Minor (I know, be impressed) and an actor, I can say with 100% assurance that the greatest version of Hamlet is Strange Brew.

I asked my Google assistant if a dog's tongue was cleaner than food residue on the floor. It said that it didn't know, but asked, "do you want to know if a dog's mouth is the cleanest thing in the world?"
Naturally, I said "yes."
Google said, tldr, "no. No it is not."
I don't know what I expected.

Consider this your daily reminder that calling them hypocrites doesn't matter. They know and they don't care.

Please consider following Petit Guignol Productions, my audiodrama company that will, in the future, be creating quality audio fiction content.

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Hello, friends! Introductions seem to be in order, so here I am, a playwright, writer in general, actor (baby actor, to be honest, as I've only been acting for the past two years), liberal even by American standards, and parent of a transmasc child and son of a transfemme parent. Hello!