When God Closes a Door, He Needs to Go Get Some Paprika
A introspection about inspirational platitudes, divine incompetence, and the theological implications of not being able to find your spices.
March 5, 2026
Write Drunk, Edit Sober, Publish Anyway
A journey on how to craft humor and satire in the days of digital dependence.
A introspection about inspirational platitudes, divine incompetence, and the theological implications of not being able to find your spices.
Grafting and grifting for the select few. No monkeying around.
Tonight the Blood Worm Moon rises over a world where AI does your homework, actors deliver your packages, and a tech bro thinks you’re a horse.
Presidential campaign slogans have always been lies you can fit on a hat.
