My Star Trek fan fiction for the day is a light comedy about the theater troupe that brought Shakespeare to the Klingon home world.

I don't know what your family does on a Saturday afternoon, but mine watches William Friedkin's Sorcerer.

Poor character written by an author who has experienced poverty: My problem is that I'm $300 short on the rent and now my car is making a noise

Poor character written by a rich author: My problem is that I feel so inferior beside these beautiful, sophisticated rich people

How can you tell that I'm a video producer? I use an apple crate to sit on when staining my deck. It probably wouldn't take too much looking around to find something repaired with gaffers tape.

I'm thinking about going out and finding an unsanctioned Turkey Trot this morning.

Look, if cranberries can be weird and bitter and still liked by roughly half the people at Thanksgiving dinner, then so can you!

I survived my half-marathon, but the Plantar Fasciitis I had in one foot, now is also in the other foot. Yea me.

I have a half-marathon this weekend, and I'm not sure how I feel about it. After a summer off, I've been rebuilding, and I don't feel like I'm quite there to run a comfortable race.

Picking a profile pict is like bringing a toothbrush over for me. Be prepared because you are going to see me hanging out on the couch at 3am.

Punk is having a resurgence, particularly after the election. As an old guy looking in, it seems like a where a lot of trans and disaffected youth are finding shelter. Time to dig out the Dead Kennedys albums.

I'm kind of enjoying the Strava AI. It's like your always positive running buddy. "Hey, I see you are running slow today. I'm sure it's a recovery run. Tomorrow, you will crush it."

I'm not saying that I'm the first person to drink 12 year old scotch and watch the movie Heavy Metal. But I definitely have to be in the first 10 or 20.