Last night’s foggy drive made me worry that a cryptid would attack out of nowhere and snatch me from my car, and that Mulder and Scully would have to investigate which sequence of mundane events occurred to explain what really happened.
Driving around tonight in the fog makes me realize that I miss weather. It’s always so hot and dry and boring here in Austin. Give me weather, dammit. Variable weather. Second-guessing weather. “Do I need a coat, an umbrella, or cargo shorts?” weather. It’s what I miss about living in my mid-latitude home state, where …
The refrigerator was carrying 1.3 Liters of the tribe’s water. This water is now yours for the safekeeping of the tribe. Tell us, have you chosen your new name?
Y’all. This Thanksgiving dinner is gonna be over the top this year. 2020 what’s up?