Donald Trump and AI Teddy Roosevelt walk into a bar
It’s muggy. I feel muggy. I woke up muggy and it hasn’t let up. THIS IS WHAT I GET FOR HYDRATING.
We had a nice day off. Our intention was to have brunch and not leave the house. A lack of eggs meant we ended up having beans and hot dogs for lunch, and Shawshank went to Shady Acres to move a wheelchair into the truck. When I heard squawking, I went outside to throw puffed wheat to Edgar Allen Crow.
I spent the entire afternoon/evening playing “Roller Coaster Tycoon 3“, which I picked up a couple of days ago. It was on sale, and it scratches my “I wanna build shit” itch. Logically, it made sense: instead of trying to fuck with Civ‘s game options to make it play like a sandbox “Sim City“, maybe just buy a fucking proper sim in the first place. Do I want to make Rocky Point, one of my favorite places in the world as a kid? Absolutely. But will I?
We’re both back to work today. Thankfully, we’re not in the massive heat zone that’s affecting the rest of this fucking land mass, and if we were, well, it’s not like I’m suffocating in a stifling polyester uniform. According to the forecast, we shouldn’t expect sunshine until, fittingly, Sunday.
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