A self proclaimed genius combination, a black and white dog not named Oreo, and the concept of a book heating up late... if it feels like I'm typing this within three hours of seeing a coyote in the wild it's because I have. 

Dolphins, jellyfish, a guitar interlude for the ages plus the Denver Nuggets are NBA champions ergo, I'm an NBA champion... feels right. 

A not so kind tirade against Kind bars, my mom and her friend Kim's yard sale, a benefit, an underwater related news story plus a shocking confession. 

An update on my flags plus grappling with the identity of summer 2023. 

Snakes, flags, french toast, Jerry, stepping down into a shower... a memorial day weekend for the ages. 

Dinner places that don't take reservations, a room temperature soup situation plus Darwinism. 

Episode 115 descends upon us like a foreign exchange student transferring mid semester, where from... we don't know. What we do know is that much like the Golden State Warriors, the dynasty of my go to Zara heels has ended, there's a new bronzing mist in my life, and I simply can't stop eating Trader Joe's chili onion crunch. There's a lot of podcasts out there, but none moving the needle forward like this. 

I'm back from Palm Springs and I might, emphasis on MIGHT, find the strength to make a homemade lip scrub. The NBA playoffs have me thinking, all this plus hummingbirds. 

All's quiet on the Western front, but on the Eastern front? May(hem). A trip to The Magic Castle, a bloc party, and the post office take place. The predominately white with black patches neighborhood cat and my bucket hat from London have reappeared. Plus a relatable packing mistake. 

If you ever want to spiral into a sea of unwavering darkness, be sure to rent a silver Toyota Carola (year unknown but I'm sure it was a hellish one) from Enterprise Rent-A-Car in Van Nuys. Only then will you understand the demonic trance that took me for most of April. Once you emerge, topics you might want to discuss will be: Heardle, oil pulling, and my voiceover debut in HBO Max's, Fired On Mars, streaming now. This wasn't the episode 112 I wanted but perhaps it's the one we deserve.