Just got so mad at Ronald Reagan that I injured my neck. Fuck you, Ronnie.

I wasn't born to work in a cubicle and answer emails, I was born to live in a dank cave and throw stones at wayward travelers

First late sunset of the year, with the coolest dude I know and a picnic. I don't think I could ask for a better way to wind down a weekend.

Yesterday gave us the perfect evening weather to sit by the fire while it snowed, have a beer, and watch my dog do her business. The last part is obviously the most important.

I wish that in these trying times, we still got to see Katie Porter's whiteboard (new band name!) in the House. It would make everything feel a little bit better.

Person in 1895. You know what would be good? pre-chewed peanuts.
And thus peanut butter was born.

*whispers into the void* "your art will be declared degenerate, so you might as well lean into it."