I have done well in not knowing who that person is. I suspect, whomever they may be, that I might not care for them.

Or... Well... Hmmm...

At the #BadPlace, I had a troll account named @OkcMariners posting shit talk during Hot Stove season. Got banned for being a pest, but there was no malice involved. Just poking at Seattle fans.

If they blow a 2-0 LCS lead, I may have to resurrect the account on bsky as the Ghost of Edgar Martinez.

Crap, I mentioned cats. Here is my #cattax. Say hello to Summer, aka Miss Thang.

I've been watching a documentary about Steve Goodman and John Prine. I've decided my next career step will be writing country tunes. I don't have lyrics or music yet, but the first one will be called That Damned Ol' Yellow Cat. I expect it to be a big hit.

Looks familiar. No sunglasses though. June 2009.

Saw Carlos Santana for the first time last night. Incredible show. Hope I can wield a gilded SG at 77 as well as he does.

Future Eric: you won't. But it was worth it. The journey is the reward.

Another view of the 405 from about 1 pm today. Winds are calming finally out in Blaine county.

I zorched my account at the Bad Place. Left little but salted earth and a clue hinting at another place. 11,400 bits of joy, anger, sorrow, hope, and cleverness from 2008-2022. Just gone.

Summer says "y'all's doomy-gloomy shit is wearing me out".

Here rests, in honored glory, an American Soldier. Known but to God.

Better men answered the call than those who sent them off to foreign lands to die. #memorialday