Being around family members I haven't seen in a while has a peculiar psychological effect on me. Memories are more easily accessed. Quirks and idiosyncrasies resurface. I feel that old version of myself stirring -- long thought dead, but evidently just sleeping.

The Mennonites and Amish are sitting ducks during #thecomingcollapse. Resource-rich pacifists; a bad combination. The unscrupulous among us know exactly where to go when things like food become scarce.

Watching two male, childless, single, Disney adults, going for a romantic dinner date together, taking bites from each other's meals and sips from each other's drinks, is possibly the gayest thing I've seen all year. God help these people. #thecomingcollapse

What's the best Nostr app if I don't want to accidentally stumble across images and videos of naked women? I see that Damus defaults to censoring media unless you follow the person, but they don't have support for Amber, so I'm hesitant to use it. Any other suggestions? #asknostr

Don't be soft, but do soft things. #fatherlyframe

Not having the stomach to discipline your child doesn't make you sweet or kind; it makes you passively cruel. #fatherlyframe

After years of estrangement, my father was given the opportunity to reconnect with me and his newly born grandson. He rejected that opportunity, and then, a few weeks later, died at the age of 67. His heart had turned to stone. Sometimes I wonder if, upon receiving the request to reconnect, God said to him, "One last chance to turn back. It's not too late, you know? Would you like to reconsider?" But my father's answer was clear. He wanted to be alone. He chose silence and darkness. He wanted nothing but himself. I wonder where he is now.

I like dangling my son upside down by the ankles. He usually quite enjoys it.