My thoughts and insights on the fundamental nature of knowledge, reality, and existence.
Whilst musing about why nobody ever answers the phone, I gots to thinking about why giant insects or lizard people have never stopped by for a visit or to eat us for a snack. I know, I know, many have posited that there are already lizard people here running the gubment. While that may be […]
Is Anybody Out There? Read More »
💣 Didju Ever Notice? The Age We’re Living In Will Definitely Kill Us 💻 ⸻ Didju ever notice that whatever “age” we’re living in is also what’s gonna wipe us off the map? I mean, really. They gave us this fancy historical branding — the Atomic Age, the Information Age, the Digital Age — and
The Age That Kills You: A Lighthearted Guide to Dying Historically Read More »
Today, I think that I shall not pontificate upon anything. Instead, I’ll let the King of Pontificators do his own pontificating. The Sheep and the Goats When the Son of Man comes in his glory, and all the angels with him, he will sit on his glorious throne. All the nations will be gathered before him, and
I Was Hungry and You Didn’t Gimme a Sammich Read More »
Perusing the Bible this morning, I came across a proverb that hit me square between the eyes. You know how sometimes a verse just leaps off the page and won’t let you go? That was me with Proverbs 6:16–19: “There are six things the Lord hates, seven that are detestable to him: haughty eyes, a
We All Need Something to Hate Read More »
I read this article in The Atlantic the other day. About halfway through, I ran upon the following section which I think does aptly capture the gist, at least for me it did. Musk’s moral idea goes by the name longtermism, which he has called “a close match to my philosophy.” This reductio ad absurdum
Empathy for the Few Read More »
What would it be like if puddy tats ruled the world? I can’t say for certain, but I can hazard an educated guess based on my own resident despot: Bootsy Collins, a ten-year-old tuxedo cat who, like his namesake, walks with funk but governs with iron (and fur-covered) paws. He is the template for our future
When Cats Rule the World: A Warning from Bootsy the Tuxedo Tyrant Read More »
One of my lifelong dreams—besides not forgetting why I walked into a room—is to drive the Oscar Mayer Wienermobile. Yes, that 27-foot rolling meat torpedo of joy. That iconic American sausage-shaped chariot. The Holy Grill of roadside novelty vehicles. I’ve whispered this dream to friends, family, and the occasional DMV clerk. And to my surprise, no one laughed.
Wienermobile Envy in the Corporate World Read More »
Lately, I’ve been having these odd, harmlessly dystopian thoughts. You know, the kind where you fantasize about waking up in a completely changed world. Not like a “new job, new car, new hairline” kind of changed. More like “everyone has calmed down, politics aren’t blood sport, and people at Thanksgiving actually talk to each other”
I Think I Pulled a Rip Van Winkle, and Frankly, I’m Not Mad About It Read More »
Recently, I found myself in the midst of a deeply philosophical conversation with my wife. It was the kind of profound dialogue that makes you question not only the laws of physics, but also the fragility of the human brain after a bike ride. You see, I had just finished a grueling 13-mile cycling workout.
The Thirteen Mile Test Read More »
The other night, I was watching a crime drama. You know the type—dark lighting, brooding protagonist, improbable genius wrapped in a trench coat. The hero in question, a brilliant forensic scientist, was offered a “big job upstairs”—a fast-track promotion. He politely declined with a simple line that hit me like a slap in the brain:
The Last Refuge of Failure Read More »