Notices by Rob of San Francisco (robsf@beige.party)

I don’t know about you guys, but I’m feeling kind of popeless right now.

Dude! Unexpected check from the bank! Come over!

Hookers and blow for all!

Whenever anyone asks me what the date is, I say (e.g.), “It is five thirty in the evening on Friday, the 10th of January. And you are in the House of Elrond.”

This is what I’m talking about right here, America. Think about this before you vote.

Is this the kind of country we want? Because this is what Harris’s America will look like. Rabbit- and dog-headed naked people coming into our country on blow-up swans. From Haiti, probably. Is THIS what we want?

Yes. Hell, yes.

Thinking about getting a wingsuit. I wouldn’t fly with it or anything. Would just walk into a bar at 5 with my hair all windblown and whatnot and yell, “YES!! I’m ALIVE!”

It’s been almost ten years since our son left home for college, but still I shed silent tears now and then. Especially Tuesday night, when it’s time to take the garbage bins out. That was his job, and they are bitter tears.