Every day the obituaries let me down.

I take some small consolation that the company that demolished the East Wing will more than likely not get paid for there services, if history is any indication.

Apparently, my father and his wife have become patrons of the arts. They renovated a storage space in their t-shirt shop into a 60 seat theatre with a large stage and lighting. First show was last night. They wanted to make an affordable space for local artists and groups. Good on them.

I will, from this time forward, refer to the Pope as ‘Da Pope’ in my best Chicago Bears super fan accent.

I feel like the worse, or best, April Fools joke would be him finally succumbing to a stroke or heart attack or some other cause on April 1st and no one would actually believe it until April 2nd.

Eeeeeeeeeeeee
This has been a test of my emergency broadcast system. Had this been an actual emergency the tone you just heard would have been followed by a lot of bitching and moaning.
Thank you.

One thing that frustrates me is that at his last breath he will believe with all his heart that he was the greatest person that ever lived. He won’t accept how reviled he was and that he was a laughing stock.

This is not an original idea.

He’s like that weird kid in school who did the dumbest, craziest, and plain stupid things just to get the attention of the ‘cool kids.’

I am really enjoying my Bluesky experience. Definitely reminds me of the good old days. It now for the slow
And agonizing part. Building a group of friends to interact with. I miss that.

Thor:Ragnarok is perhaps the greatest offering of the MCU.

We’re GenX. We wear our backpacks on one shoulder

You are in your 20’s sitting on a particularly scratchy, decades old rug in a friend’s first apartment during the summer. The A/C barely kept up with the heat and humidity outside. You are holding a bottle covered in condensation.

Even today, you know exactly where and when that was.

Got to love various uniform variants for your mechs. Can you guess where I’m from?