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80% of my Gen X tribe know fuckall about technology

on January 08, 2026

Ignorance Opinions

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Ain't love grand: My 4 recently divorced friends, each with hyenas fallout

on December 10, 2025

Breeders Ignorance

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That one fun Xmas I spent emptying deceased Pop's AZ condo

on December 05, 2025

Finances Travel stories

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London software dysfunction, company 1

on December 02, 2025

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London (separate) software dysfunction, company 2

on December 01, 2025

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Seattle tech startup + edible overdose in Denver airport

on November 04, 2025

Drugs & drink Work freaks

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Ain't love grand: My 4 recently divorced friends, each with hyenas fallout

Dateline: most of these are recent; in the last several years. All this year I would occasionally ponder how 6 friends of mine have experienced catastrophic divorces. That's a lot, no? In fact, one of them is starting his divorce trial this month, ergo the beginning of the end of a brutal 2 years for him. Let's focus. Each of the 6 I know personally; in fact they're all friends of mine to varying degree; some more, some less. I'll start with 3 birds & finish with the 3 blokes. Strap in. That's what she said. The Green Card A year ago I met this bird on Tinder. We ran around for a couple months. She has a certain quality that ensures she will always have a boyfriend. Fellas, you know to which I refer. Let's focus. However, her obsession with her divorce, & its subsequent fallout, she brought up constantly . And whenever she did, which was every single time we got together, my mind is on a repeat loop: you married this fucktard. You. Your decision. Wor...

Nepotism, fucktard boss & that RFP from Florida Power & Light

Dateline: 2012. For a few months I had a fucktard manager, on my short list boss fucktard hall of fame. Let's call him Josh. Why only a few months? He got himself fired. Everyone at HQ in L.A. despised him. Not a team player would be the polite expression. But this is not a polite blog. For some reason, he wanted to axe me shortly after arriving. I was on a team of 3, none of us in LA other than him. Of us 3 reporting to him, one was an expert boot licker, much better at ass kissing than I was. The other was a loud talker (talked about private client matters during hotel breakfasts so loudly the entire dining room could hear) sales rep that I got along with fine, even though I cringed at the thought of her around savvy clients. In our 1st team meeting at some bar in L.A., delusional boss declared 'there's no doubt in my mind we'll be the top revenue team here.' Mind you, at the time our brand-new team of 4 had zero revenue. New business line. The company overall ha...

Pink Floyd actually did met Wizard of Oz. I saw it happen.

Are you familiar with the urban legend of The Wizard of Oz + Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon? Dateline: 2017. Boise Treefort Festival (5 days of amazing, same format as SxSW). Final nite of the fest, Sunday nite. Boise Contemporary Theatre. I saw a play so profound, so outrageously ambitious, I have no interest in seeing a play again, ever. It was called 'T here are Chinese Tunnels under Boise.' But back to Floyd, Oz, and the urban legend. Thousands, maybe tens of thousands, swear it's true. This is a global phenomenon. The gist is that the two are perfectly synchronized. If you watch the flick on mute, listening to the record at the same time, they're in sync. I'm not making this up. Do a search on it and you'll also be pulled into the rabbit hole. Anyhoots. That's the background of this blog, and this play. Act 1 of 2 begins in a basement of the stoner Floyd fan. His 3 friends arrive: 2 blokes & a bird. He argues with his friends at lengt...

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