I keep pulling Ten of Wands, and it’s no wonder: This is going to be a lot of work. With sticks. Rods. Wands. Specifically. My neighbor Mike is quietly burning inside to burn my wood as quickly as possible. But he reads very patient. Considering he came over at 10am to say, “I brought my…

I can’t believe I went from being in such despair to…this. I can’t lie, this whole week has had a strange and mystical quality. Even with its ups and downs and false starts, everything seemed to work out in such a way that felt like destiny. When the shed was delayed, I had to stay…

Just as a quick update: As is almost always the case, things are taking longer than expected:) The shed was delayed in being built, but my moving buddy Dean and I roughed it in the tent the first night. Not gonna lie, it was scary, but Dean, who was a great Craigslist find, was the…

This one is short, and it’s mostly just to procrastinate because I got several extra days to move, against my will, and still have things to put in boxes over the next hour, before the moving guy comes. You’ll likely get another blog with pictures later, if I have internet. The shed is supposed to…

And his horrifying, pedophilic, mindfucking empire must be destroyed. Because he is sexually abusing children with his AI chatbots. And there is no other way to look at it. This is vile fucked up grooming shit.

And that makes you an asshole. I’m really sick of seeing grown ass people in one breath say they care about vulnerable populations and coexisting and all that, while wrapping it all up in something bigoted and hateful about all baby boomers. I know I talk about this a lot, and have not much new…

For real. The shed will arrive tomorrow morning. And so will I. This time, I was given a time for delivery and everything. So we won’t have ANY MORE DELAYS! Sorry for the anti-climax. But in the meantime, Hank directed and started in a photoshoot for Boneyard Theatre.

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First of all, I’m sharing this article because it is just so blissfully CLEAR. Oh, my God, I could visualize myself doing everything he talked about. It was a How-To-Writing miracle! I didn’t even realize how confused I was until he cleared it all up for me. NOW, I know what a rubble trench foundation…