After 17 years (I was 12 the last time they came around – good GOD), the cicadas have indeed arisen.  And they are indeed kind of freaky looking. Not necessarily the hell spawn that Dot’s picturing them as, but still.  Weird little buggers.  Half the time I’m not sure if they’re dead or alive.  A… Continue reading Cicadas


Bringing back some rather unfortunate Boy Scout memories here.

Not gonna lie – putting me in charge of leading a group, with my inability to read a compass, general dislike of the outdoors, and woeful lack of direction, is probably the worst idea.