Be well, Alex.

Enjoy a big bowl of salad made from the Devil’s lettuce.

Levitation, too? Cripes. There goes my weekend plans.

Book? I don’t know what you mean.

I hope this scratched your itch. Now I need a new creative project asap!

My cat likes it.

Wishing the best for you.

We also have rolling fields of Daves for as far as the eye can see. It’s glorious.

Never in the history of the world has a friend group contained more than one Neil. It just doesn’t happen in nature. We are solitary, reclusive beasts that only venture into social groups when food, drink and places to hide are bountiful.

I once responded to Dave Foley on Twitter, playfully reminding him of this song. He replied, in no uncertain terms, how much he disliked the song.

He’s a Dave I know.

Burn this government to the ground and salt the earth.

I don’t spend much time around here, so my opinion of the place is paper thin. But it seems to me this algo is lacking something.

It’s missing me, I exclaim with hands akimbo. (A pathetically underwhelming and mistimed confetti cannon goes off behind me)

Thanks. I’ll get the board set up for your arrival. I’ll be seated, waiting as time passes. Occasionally, my wife will poke her head into the room to gently ask if I need anything. I’ll slowly turn vacant eyes her way and hiss.

Cool stuff!

Spurs. It’s a fun western board game. Once I get the mountains and forest terrains done my next task is to get, or 3D print, some small cattle players can round up. I’ve already printed a horse that took 11 pieces just to get the ears and skinny legs to print right. It’s only 1.25” long.