If You Want MY Hot Take, You Have to Climb in the TARDIS — Check this out, you n00bs: Happy Birthday, Elizabeth I’m one of the Royal loving Americans that the English like to heap scorn on. I spent a good part of my younger life…medium.com I’ve been gorging on Royalty and Ukrainian counter attacks like Ungoliant devouring the gems of the Noldor, but now I’m sick of both and feel like have all of Belegaer in my guts.

Medium Mines the Gold — Not to brag too much, but I’m kind of a seer. I see what you guys do not. I have a third eye of perception. It wasn’t opened through meditation or some super trendy ayahuasca trip, my powers came to me after eating a box of Slim Jims and drinking…

This summer I read “The Dawn of Everything” by David Graeber and David Wengrow. It’s a fascinating book. For years I have been teaching much of what they dismantle in the book. If YOU read the book you might think they are constructing a strawman to mock and rabbit punch. …

Why I Was Gone Right After I Came Back — I hit a rock with my Snapper lawn mower. When it wouldn’t start again, I knew what had happened. Normally I would take it to my local small engine shop, but the mower is old, so I watched a few YouTube videos and ordered the parts online. I had to…

After reading Tony Stubblebine’s “Hello Medium readers, authors, editors, and publishers”¹ I read the comments. I was pleasantly surprised to see a lot of people I know. Right now, that article has 531 comments, and while I only recognized a small fraction of the authors, the fact that I recognized…

Well, here I am and there you are, gentle reader… distinguished reader… appreciated reader. I mean that sincerely. Even if you are a bot. Unlike most of the other authors on Medium, I appreciate you bots. Here is a little message for you: 01001001 00100000 01100100 01101001 01100100 01101110 00100111…

Medium will be spared my midsummer rant. I’m not sure why this is the time of year when I usually pick up my poisoned pen. Perhaps it’s the riot of ice cream and badly grilled hot dogs in my belly, or pond water trapped in my inner ear, or the…

Like some middle schooler wearing a straw hat, Medium continues to thrash about in search of “identity”. I’ve been here since 2015, and I’m not really sure what we are doing. What is this place about, man? There are a few things that I know. I’ll give them to you…

A Plug for Watching “Shtisel” — As I say in almost every post, “I hate the world we have created”. I just bought a used car. Back in the 90s, we were promised that the Internet would give us information. Making an “informed purchase”, like a car, was supposed to get easier. That hasn’t happened. I’ve…