
Bill and Ted Take Our Money


I have zero memory of how to play this game.

I triggered the photo using the volume up button on the side of my iPhone. I actually used my tendinitis thumb. It hurt. A Lot. Then I did it again because I’m an idiot.


I was proud of the NBA yesterday for striking over idiotic racial inequality. When the news broke I looked at the calendar and saw a Bruins game and a Red Sox game.
The NHL is operating entirely in Canada so it didn’t surprise me that none of the teams joined in. A few Major League Baseball teams participated, but the Red Sox? Historically speaking, the most racist franchise in the multiverse? I was optimistic or a minute or two, but deep down I knew they were going to play.
Today the Red Sox and the Bruins both joined in. A day late and a dollar short maybe, but I’m still glad they are a part of this. I’m glad they are doing the right thing… finally.
Patches was trying to take over my desk and stop me from working. There was an empty water bottle on the desk with her. She bumped into it and knocked it over. When she did she sort of jumped in place and snapped off one of her claws. The cat version of breaking a nail, perhaps? I’m guessing it’s much more traumatic than that.


Patches is wishing the Bruins would hold a damn lead for a change. 2-2 in the third period.

We are about to get stomped by Mother Nature, that jerk.



If you don’t knock it off you’re going to turn into a Chef Boyardee Beef Ravioli.

Today is Sir Sean Connery’s 90th birthday.
Happy Birthday to the original, and still the best, James Bond.
Today should be a worldwide holiday.




