Politics
I don’t wake up in the morning thinking, “How can I blindly agree with a group of strangers today?” Apparently, a lot of people do. That’s the only explanation I’ve got left. I’m independent. Not in the trendy “I say I’m independent but secretly vote
Taxes
I know tax season hit the Ohio Valley the same way I know a storm’s coming. You don’t need a forecast. You just look at the roads. Suddenly every other car has a temporary tag flapping like a white flag of bad decisions. Brand new purchase, allegedly. Except
Dog
Driver
I drive for a living. All day. Hours of it. Tight turns, bad roads, people who think a blinker is a personality trait. And somehow… it’s fine. I’m calm. Focused. Professional. Like I’m getting paid to babysit chaos. Then I clock out. And suddenly every absolute clown
Easter
I don’t do holidays halfway. Either it’s chaos, burned food, and someone arguing about nothing… or it actually lands. This one landed. Easter showed up, and for once nobody tried to ruin it with drama or undercooked nonsense. Just me, my wife, my mother-in-law, and the dogs running
Cops
I wake up, check my phone, and immediately regret being literate. Because this is what greets me: Belmont County Ohio DOUBLE Amputee on the “run”. A man reportedly drove through several yards (Still getting the exact location. Mentioned the Area of the Jehova Witness church, I-70/470 High Ridge Road.
Dog
I took the dogs to Barkcamp State Park because apparently I enjoy chaos with a side of mud and wet fur. No plan. No schedule. Just me, a leash that would absolutely betray me, and three personalities that think “recall” is more of a suggestion than a rule. We hit
Ordained Pastafarian minister. Spy vs. Spy fiend. Tech-tinkering, people-dodging geocacher with punk roots and hard-earned dev chops.
I learned something this week. Actually, I relearned it. Because life loves repeating lessons until they stick like gum on your shoe. Don’t trust anyone. Not in a dramatic, paranoid, “everyone is out to get me” way. More like… people are operating from their own limited view, and they
I nuked my own digital life again. Fourth time. Not a glitch. Not bad luck. Just me trying to outsmart reality with cheap shortcuts and getting smacked for it. Home server died. Not dramatically. Just quietly gave up like it was tired of my nonsense. So I pivoted. Grabbed a
I don’t trust people who don’t like dogs. That’s not a personality quirk. That’s a warning label. Dogs don’t pretend. They don’t perform. They don’t sit around calculating what version of themselves they need to be to impress you. They just show up.