Just watched the Loch Henry episode of Black Mirror right before going to bed. Not the best decision I've ever made.

You know what I could not care less about? This stupid fucking white party.

I'm part of a rather large baseball card community over on Twitter and unfortunately it appears they're all landing on Threads. Guess I need to find a new hobby...

I'm 47, have a six year old daughter and live in a city where I don't know many people. It's not very often I get to dust off the hangover-avoidance playbook but tonight is one of those nights. Bedtime water and pre-emptive Advil, don't fail me now.

July 3 at Costco is worse than anything I've ever seen pre-Thanksgiving or pre-Xmas. And I got here when they opened.

They're closed tomorrow and it's going to be 110+ today so people trying to get their shit done before it gets REALLY hot.

I need to get the hell out of Vegas. Literally.

For my first skeet (did I do that right?), I'm going for something that when I look back years from now, I can show my daughter that her dad used to be cool.

So here I am with Dr Frank from the Mr T Experience, maybe ten-ish yrs ago.

God, that thumbs up just ruins the whole picture, doesn't it...