Wherein we confess our sins.

Bless me internet, for I have sinned. I very briefly parked in a fire zone at the library today because I had been waiting for 15 minutes for a parking spot to open up. Three other cars were circling the lot, and I had too much...

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Wherein we are the dreamer.

I don’t usually delve into “Twin Peaks” fan theory because it’s guaranteed to be a fruitless endeavor. It’s all a game of pareidolia and apophenia: Fans create patterns out of unrelated details and...

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