When news broke about the deaths of Rob Reiner and his wife Michele, there was exactly one appropriate response for anyone with a pulse: show respect and let the dead be mourned. Instead, POSPOTUS Lord Dampnut did what he always does. He opened his mouth.

I’m a movie geek. That’s not a phase, that’s a diagnosis. And like a lot of us who grew up mainlining VHS tapes and late-night TV, my first real encounter with Rob Reiner wasn’t prestige, romance, or courtroom monologues. It was a fake documentary about a real-enough band, and four words that rewired my brain forever: This Is Spinal Tap…

Look what I'm making....

Dreams are not symbolic.They are not messages.They are not useful. They are repetitions of damage. They take things that are finished and drag them back into the present. My body reacts before thought can intervene. There is no distance. There is no safety while they are happening. Sleep does not restore. It removes me and returns me impaired.

Well, today is a day of achievement. Kinda.Not only did I start this blog, where I talk about most things I'm up to...but I kinda finished creating a deck of cards. I decided to create a deck of cards for Krystie as a Christmas gift. It took me a while, getting all the designs right, and making sure the other components were good too.

I’m usually awake at the stupidest hours.Not because I want to be, but because my brain doesn’t understand when it’s meant to shut up. This site exists because focusing is hard, because interests pile up, because thoughts don’t queue politely, and because sometimes the only way to make sense of things is to put them somewhere outside yourself. This is that place.