the evening almanac

This is meant to be a motivational speech but I might rant a bit. But man, it's 2026 and we're stuck in the past. And I'm blaming boomers. Why? Because they're there.

Possibly the nicest looking podcast episode I've done. I'm in a not great place mentally (as is the predictable way diving deep into a divorce), but philosophising on what makes a good life, and the steps to get there. This isn't advice, after all, I'm not the person you want to model, I'm thinking out loud after years of f*cking mistakes. Basically.

I don't want to sit on her and moan the whole time (I do), but I thought I'd be honest about where I'm at, and a bit about creativity in the face of mockery, or naysayers. Thisis episode 900, for what it's worth.

Episode 900! Bleurgh. Yes, not feeling the best right now. Trying to be grateful but I'm getting beaten up right now. Although I have tried to frame it around a kind of motivational sentiment. But really it's just me moaning. Everything is a vehicle for me moaning. Essentially. Nearly a thousand of this sh*t.

A bit about therapy and then a lot about having agency, confidence, and wanting to be left alone. Mostly.

Another HD video. HD being hardly decent. Essentially a rant (surprise) about how people wanna keep you down, main .

A chat about my wonky face, corporate merch and embracing ignorance for a happier life. Not that I'm one to explain how to be happier, so take it all with a pinch of salt.

Getting angry about the esoteric arts because life is hard and I don't think any of it helps. But look, I did this episode all by myself. No third party recording app. Just raw recording and editing by me. I'm back, baby. Anyone care?

A lot about how the old noggin stem is dealing with The Calamity, and a joke. An actual joke.

A slightly more upbeat version of the podcast where I still manage to complain about things, but I do it with a smile. Actually I don't. This is as outwardly happy as I get. I don't need your validation (I very much do, please listen to my podcast).