I have a new son. His name is Gary, after my wife's father. He is 14 weeks old and about two pounds, and is so very chill.

All I'm saying is, if you ran a campaign on democracy being at stake and democracy lost, isn't it time to be massively freaking out instead of doing this

you’re fired. wait you’re rehired. email us a list of things you’ve done today wait forget it you’re fired again. come back your job was important. you’re fired. or hired. come in to the office. wait the office has no computers go home. we are the department of government efficiency.

My son, Hank, and HIS little white adopted son, Charlie.

After playing a fictional member of the Resistance a long time ago, I never could have imagined it ever happening in real life, but here we are.

I'd like everyone to meet my new son, Charles.

Pete is the oldest cat I have left. He turns 18 in April and he is very loved.

I lost my almost 18-year-old Sadie today. This is my final picture with her. Hold your pets a little tighter and love them a little bit harder tonight for me.

The wife took Christmas pictures of me and the cat (Empress) this morning. Hank (orange cat) hangs loose in the background.

Today, I turn 42.

The wife and I have Covid. It suuuucks.

Seriously WVU? Really?

I really hope all of you, wherever you are, have a wonderful and safe Thanksgiving.

Over the course of the past two days, my wife has put up not one, not two, but FIVE Christmas trees around our house. Four are in the living room, and one is in the master bedroom.

They're miniature trees, but still...

Because this world needs more unhinged positivity, here's a picture of my orange cat, Hank. He's definitely unhinged, but is also a source of so much happiness in my life.