2026
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February 9th, 2026. Aftermath and Recovery.
My brother and his wife, Halloween a billion years ago. We’ve found MANY old photographs fishing around my mom’s house… Even *I*, snow Lover that I am, am tired of the ice and cold by now. And what we’ve got on the ground barely counts as anything else. It LOOKS like snow. It still smells…
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February 5th, 2026. There’s a NOISE upstairs…
A couple of nights ago, Heather and I wandering around Catonsville in the snow. This is the way the town’s “main street” SHOULD look. I’m sitting in the basement cycling between mixes and last-minute tweaks, fielding texts from my brother as he wanders half-remembered Maryland highways, and sometimes taking my headphones off to listen to…
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January 31st, 2026. The Coming of George.
The weather’s been insane, but now I’ve got stuff to climb outside! No longer just the Islands of Catonsville. Now we have MOUNTAINS!!! Huh. I am not sure HOW we’re getting that temperature in the house, but the humidity is as terrifying as this steel xenomorph Ana gave me for my birthday many years ago!…
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January 26th, 2026. The World Outside is Madness.
Politics and ranting below. Shoveling snow above! This is mostly an attempt to show how much snow I’ve moved! It LOOKS like I’m kinda plowed out but that’s just a weird bare patch next to my car because a snowplow driver Lives in the alley off to the right of the photo. He plowed the…
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January 27th, 2026. Why Don’t I Have More To Say?
The plow came! Sorta! People are angry about how people shovel. How people DON’T shovel. How the plows haven’t come. How the plows plow when the plows DO come. That the news was right. That the news was wrong. That there’s news of more snow to come. Yeah, the plow came and went straight. My…
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January 25th, 2026. Big Snew.
We stayed up till the snow came down this morning. And / or to watch Top Secret! You choose the narrative. Taking the morning to shovel and then transfer a batch of Journal entries. 148 or so out of 2988. If I had a progress bar it’d be at 4%…. Flanneled up and armoured. Stepping…
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January 24th, 2026. Ups and Downs.
One last gig before hunkering down for the upcoming Weather. Heather and I played at South County Brewing in York, PA and they gifted me one last dose of Christmas. (Above, a local tile company borrows our mics for a sec to make some announcements) Insanely cold weather is here. And it’s here to stay…
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January 20th, 2026. The SPARK w Bachelor and the Bad Actress.
Rowan recording in the Lair. On top of everything – I broke a glass without noticing! Last night I couldn’t sleep. I had angry thoughts that I couldn’t let go of. “Should’ve saids” that squirreled around in my brain and wouldn’t let me go. I was incredibly mentally unprepared for LEAPING into action with this…
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January 19th, 2026. Every Monday since the World Ended.
Heather and I set up and ready for VOM 300 in the Lair. Tonight is the 300th VOM – and it’s MLK Day. Martin Luther King Jr Day. I saw one post about it. I try not to obsessively scroll, ever – but today it was irresistible. Surely if I go a LITTLE bit further…
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January 15th, 2026. Making the Sausage.
Completely unrelated. That weird moment when someone from your open mic (The War and Treaty were semi-regulars at Teavolve) shows up on your television shilling for Ozempic. Is that success? Is it not? I guess at least now I know they’re actually hiring “real people” for their commercials? I haven’t written in the Journal in…