Meet MAGA Mick
Something new is brewing.
I’ve started work on an animated cartoon—limited animation, to be honest. We’re talking slow blinks, head tilts, awkward shuffles. The kind of movement that mirrors the mental gymnastics of a man caught in a moral midlife crisis.
I’m migrating from Blogger to Hugo to get full control over my content with MD
The Plan # I’m migrating because:
It started, as these things often do, with a book.
Not a new book, exactly—just new to me. One of those titles that practically taps you on the shoulder from across the digital aisle:
The mountains don’t care about your festival.
They were there before the fairgrounds and they’ll be there long after. They just sit above Quincy, California, the way they always have — patient, enormous, indifferent — while somewhere below, a fiddle starts up and people who’ve driven three hours from the Bay Area shuffle toward the sound.
We made it.
Shrek the Musical opened this weekend—and somehow, despite all the chaos, all the costume changes, all the quick cues and frantic prop swaps—it came together.
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Lucky me.
It only cost $25 this time. And three hours of my life I won’t get back.
Every spring, the house reminds me who’s boss.
Getting there. We’re about a month away from the premiere.
Rainy all day, but they need their exercise.
The park, emptied of everyone
except me and the dogs—
tails up, noses down,
It happened too fast.
My little dog Beatrice—BB—was ahead of me, doing what she always does in the park: sniffing, patrolling, trotting just slightly too far, like she’s got her own errands to run. I was trailing behind, letting her be her scrappy, independent self.
