Hurricanes, HOAs, and the Luxury of Whining
HOAs, hurricanes, and the endless whining of a society too comfortable to remember what real problems look like. Maybe we need a storm to shake us out of our petty bullshit.
Fuck You, AARP
AARP wants me to believe that turning 50 makes me feeble, clueless, and ripe for scammers. Funny, because I was coding HTML and downloading porn on dial-up while their interns were still eating glue.
Bromide Guy: Fools Who Use AI Foolishly
Clueless people aren’t new. They’ve always been here — people who can’t contextualize information but march forward with absolute confidence. The latest? A would-be dieter who wound up hospitalized after sprinkling pool chemicals on his food. Inspired by AI, powered by sodium bromide, and fueled by human stupidity.
That Too Is Legacy
A late-night ride, a wave of doubt, and a message from an old Navy friend—reminding me the seeds of legacy were planted long before I knew I’d need them.
Servant To Self
The life of a writer is lonely—by choice. Solitude isn’t about shutting people out, it’s about diving deep into worlds and characters that demand every ounce of focus. This is why I disappear, and why I had to choose me.
Me and My Watch
Schedules are my kryptonite. Creativity is my fire. The problem? Writing for a living requires both—and nothing makes me want to curse humanity more than penciling “Thursday at 5” into my calendar.
The Little Things
There’s a kind of magic you only notice on two wheels—the sudden cold pockets of air, the sting of rain on your cheeks, the bugs smashing into your face like it’s part of the deal. It’s chaos. And it’s sacred.
Shall Not Be Infringed (Unless You’re Buying Kale)
If you don’t trust me to carry a gun in your store, then I don’t trust you with my money. Don’t ask me to disarm just to shop for groceries.
Shut Up and Shoot: A Pool League Rant
Most people don’t join the bar pool league to compete—they join to drink and pretend they’re Minnesota Fucking Fats. Meanwhile, I’m just trying to sink shots, skip the lectures, and get home before sunrise.
The Rise of the Keyboard Cowboy
Everyone’s a developer now—at least until their DIY automation collapses in a flaming heap. This post takes aim at the rise of the keyboard cowboy: the office renegade who skips IT and rides straight to leadership with half-baked ideas, leaving us to clean up the mess.
Bills, Bulbs, and Bewilderment
Ever try to buy a light bulb and get four separate bills weeks apart? No? Then why the hell do we accept that from our healthcare system? A sarcastic look at modern medical billing, with light bulbs, lawsuits, and a whole lot of exasperation.
Bees Knees, My Ass
Writing lights me up, but building a writing career? That’s a whole different kind of work. Between submissions, day jobs, and the deep pull to create, I’m chasing the dream one keystroke at a time—while cursing bees for their simplicity.
The Master’s Tournament
We've all met them—the self-important Masters strutting through the office with dashboards, buzzwords, and bafflingly useless degrees. Welcome to The Master’s Tournament, where the goal isn’t to solve problems—it’s to look impressive while avoiding them.
Both Parties Can Fuck All The Way Off
I’m not picking between Coke and Pepsi and pretending it’s revolutionary. I’m bringing my own damn flask.
Leeches of Liberty
Liberty was never about safety. It was about risk, ownership, failure—and the right to rise again. Somewhere along the way, we fucked it all up.
Fire and Grit: My New Origin Story
After dying three times, I came back with one burning question: Did my life even matter?