It kinda looks like tennis for the unathletic, which means I should fit right in, but I have zero interest.

An optimist invents the airplane. A pessimist invents the parachute.

This weekend I built a shed in my back yard, which was a nice bit of father-son bonding, and stockpiled ammo in case civil unrest causes widespread violence to break out in our neighborhood.

Definitely a strange vibe.

I like to point with both hands, and with my feet if I’m in a good mood.