My wife is a stickler for certain traditions, and even though her dad didn't put up a tree this year, the Christmas Village ALWAYS goes up on the coffee table. This is a multi-generational assortment of figures, some nearly a century old now.

My little Finn got a squeaky Pop-Tart this morning and cannot stop playing with it.

An assortment of tiny little Christmas figures on my mantle. The frogs are new this year. The plush green Nessie I have had for as long as I can remember.

Reading "big funny hat" compels me to share this image of Shelley Winters. Consider it inspiration, or perhaps a challenge.

As foretold in the prophecy: an unnaturally-hued American president has begun demolition of the White House.

Celebrating Easter with the two-part episode of ULTRAMAN ACE where Alien Yapool lures the Ultra Brothers into a trap on Planet Golgotha, resulting in this unfortunate scenario:

Remebering that time SWAMP THING was eerily prophetic:

In an effort to curb my doomscrolling I changed my phone wallpaper to a pic of my dog Finn. He's a half-dachshund, half-miniature pinscher, and he loves me unconditionally, and this pic always makes me smile. It's nice to look at my phone and smile. Enjoy.

Time for a Christmas movie