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  • Bumper to Bumper with Buffoons: A Driver’s Rant

    By someone who used to be chill, but then you parked like a clown. I’ve been watching people lately—just sitting back and observing the slow-motion car crash we call “society”—and I can’t decide whether the world is spiraling into the abyss, or if I’m simply becoming a grumpier, less tolerant version of myself. It used…

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  • Georgie: The Housemate Who Never Blinks

    Living with Georgie is always having company—even when you didn’t ask for it. Not the spooky, lurking-in-the-shadows kind of company, but a small, fluffy dog with trust issues who seems convinced the world might fall apart if he’s not glued to your side. A little dramatic? Absolutely. He’s got the emotional range of a Broadway…

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  • Lessons in Flight and Falling: A Midlife Mountain Biker’s Tale

    There comes a time in every man’s life when he must accept the simple, horrible truth: he is no longer twenty and realises that the mountain is no longer a metaphor—but an obstacle. Before I hung up my mountain biking gloves and retired to the smooth, civilized tarmac of road cycling, where the road, for…

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  • The Thin Blue Line

    The police. Yes, I know. They’ve had a bit of a PR disaster lately, haven’t they? A few bad apples, and suddenly the whole force is treated like they’ve been plucked straight out of a gangster movie. The whole institution’s been shoved into the same moral trash can. And of course, as if summoned by…

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  • Nature, Noise, and Nostalgia: A Walk Through Deep Run Park

    You ever take a walk just for the sake of walking? No destination, no ticking clock, just you and the great wide somewhere? That’s how my mornings usually start at Deep Run Park, with my little four-legged philosopher buddy. He’s got this whole meditation thing down—sniffing at every tree like he’s deciphering ancient scrolls, leaving…

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  • The lil Dog vs. The Arctic Wasteland

    Walking through the frozen landscape of our neighborhood yesterday morning was like stepping onto the set of The Day After Tomorrow—except with fewer Hollywood stars and more chance of me slipping on an invisible ice patch and making a complete fool of myself. Everything was frozen solid. The trees looked like they’d been dipped in…

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