Writer, Original Geek, Legendary Cab Driver and King of This Sandbox. Also, liar, damned liar and complainer about the news. Influences include Babylon Bee and Charlie Hebdo
The Hive Mind is the natural evolution of today’s WiFi and LTE devices — already sharing data across a proto‑mesh. It’s not a leap. It’s a continuation. A century from now, the infrastructure we treat as background noise becomes the substrate of intelligence itself. The Hive isn’t science fiction. It’s just the next step. Continue Reading
Just because Daddy said so means not much. Daddy isn’t what he once was.Continue Reading
Captain Kyle Branson leaned into the cab, swagger thick as the heat—right up until Dana stepped out of the booth and asked, ‘Honey, do you love me?’ His whole posture collapsed before the women even put Muteki back in gear.Continue Reading
YOU EVIL FASCIST! Muffins are fascism! Homemade muffins are even fascism‑er!Continue Reading
Real talk: Is breaking the law and bullying ICE cops the smart way to get the change we claim to want—or just the fast track to more Trump?Continue Reading
Inger and Tala roll west on I-80 in the beastly Muteki, AM880 streaming Howard Stern’s chaotic hype for ‘Ridin” as snow dusts the Nevada flats. The road to Kage no Hana casino—and the Tahoe border guarded by Primaris Solenne Vexton Ulyth’s loyalists—tests them with cold starts, diner awkwardness, and the looming shadow of a boy who won’t take ‘no.’ Fuel up, crank the volume, and brace for whatever the Sierra throws next.Continue Reading
Flat-chested women and trans folks were supposed to make the world go round—am I right? Turns out, not so much. Flattening the economy created new kings; flattening gender is getting the same rejection from the young.Continue Reading
Same ancient confession, different costumes:
“I lack self-control, so the world must change—not me.”From Karens bunching their Karen Neuburger microfiber briefs over a “Freedom” T-shirt, to zealots obsessing over a woman’s eyes through a niqab slit, to progressives demanding censorship because words hurt—we keep dodging the one job that’s always been ours: grow up.Continue Reading
You and I just dial 911 and get help. In 2125 it’s not so easy. Inger needs a cop, a specific cop for a boy problem.Continue Reading
Winter sucks. Cold, dark, broke vibes. Existential dystopia feels like the new normal.
But solstice is coming. The light starts returning the very next day—even if you can’t feel it yet. Spring always wins. Hold on. The turn is real, even when it feels like bullshit.Continue Reading