Correct take. That’s why we just bust out the soundtrack record to listen to while we put up the Christmas decorations.

The leftover mashed potatoes-to-potato pancake pipeline remains strong. 🥔

Sadder than soylent.

Bird feeder fell over. Now they’re racing to get the birdseed before it’s covered with snow.

Teuvo rocks!

Pouring a glass of Wild Turkey and watching Jose Chung From Outer Space.

Pies.

Cranberry sauce. Two kinds, one with orange zest and one with apple and ginger.

This ballot.

Hyundai blocking the right to repair in America behind a 2k paywall is the natural response to the American gestapo detaining and torturing Korean Nationals. That’s what soft power in decline looks like.

Baked some cornbread with dinner. Elite accessory for chili season.

That’s my boy Teuvo. He rocks.

Brett Favre? The sex criminal and also normal criminal?

Brett Favre may or may not be in the Epstein files, but either way he belongs in prison.

Great song, great album from Bruce Cockburn. Been spinning “If I Had a Rocket Launcher” pretty often of late, too.

Cool show in the sky tonight.

Happy birthday and happy Armistice Day to Kurt Vonnegut.

Loafing around this evening.

'if I am using COMPARISONS i am being SCIENTIFIC' *lights crack pipe*

What happened tonight

Goal and an assist! Teuvo rocks!

Dennis Farina warning Chicagoans not to let out-of-towners drink their Old Style beer.

What We Do In the Shadows.

There is still a guy at large who threw a football. His name is Brett Favre and he belongs in prison.

Cool photo I took a few seconds after waking up when Joe Camel hit me with his car

Running partner this afternoon.

Going to keep coffee posting until I’m fully adjusted to daylight savings time.

Good morning.

Pouring a drink. Feeling good about everything today.

I wasn’t the only one trying to catch a little sun while it was around this afternoon.

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Eating seasonal with a little apple-stuffed acorn squash.

Leaning hard on my afternoon coffee to get through the time change.

My grandmother would watch a game like this like Jim Leyland managed, taking a lung dart every half inning to soothe the suspense. Going to try not to give in to my addiction of leftover snickers bars.

Abolish ICE. Abolish billionaires.

Good Halloween vibes all across the Southside in spite of everything because we are stronger than those fuckers.

Making my wife a spooky amaretto sour and enjoying a fire pit.

Yes.

Asking my son, “Are you sure I can’t trick- or-treat with you? What if your legs get tired like in the old days?”

Hawks lost but Teuvo rocks.

Freeman finally did it.

This is where one of the dugouts is counting on the FBI to come in and shut off the power in LA like in Die Hard. All part of the plan.

I am drunk on baseball. Incredibly drunk on baseball. So drunk on baseball I don’t know if I can stand up.

stellan skarsgård seems like a good dude

Top Gun except they all crash.

Teuvo rocks!

It’s “baking bread to warm the house so I don’t have to turn on the furnace” season.

Fun article for White Sox fans who hate the White Sox. Doesn’t even harken back to the first Rick Hahn rebuild where he also half-assed the free agent market, but still gets the blood boiling.

For my farther north side Chicago and Evanston people, the 🧊 kidnappers are busy. Here are cars and plate numbers.

Looks sad, but what if it were used in an unlicensed action musical?