
I don’t know what plans you reprobates have for this evening, but these are mine (more or less).

I don’t know what plans you reprobates have for this evening, but these are mine (more or less).

Just a reminder that what qualifies a “manly” has changed over human history and isn’t likely to stop changing anytime soon.


The combination of many purple-hued street lights (which are the result of a manufacturing defect) and someone’s runaway pet goat have given my neighborhood, Seminole Heights, a Final Destination or The Omen kind of feel.
Fortunately, I am prepared for this eventuality:


I like to start most days with a 10-kilometer bike ride around my neighborhood, Seminole Heights. It’s also how I do the groceries; unless it’s raining or I need to get a lot of stuff or something large, I do most of my grocery shopping on the bike.
It was a pretty morning, so I took a couple of photos. The photo above was from the start of my ride and features our yard. The one below is of Lake Roberta, which is a great cycle track — the street that surrounds it is a quarter-mile circle.

Even though I myself was the college boyfriend who displaced a high school one, I still said “DAAAAAAMN” after seeing this tweet…
…only to say “DAAAAAAMN” again when I read this response:
I began to wonder why there wasn’t a comedy film on the subject with the name Turkey Drop, but it turns out that one exists! It’s from 2019 and is largely forgotten. Here’s the trailer: