“Things which matter most must never be at the mercy of things which matter least.”

— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Lest any of my recent sad emo posts have indicated otherwise, my wife, son, parents, friends, dog, and writing career are miracles in my life and I’m only moaning about lots of secondary issues. Which are significant, but not my core. I ask for flaming arrows to be shot at my chest, but my chest is fundamentally arrow-proof.
I hope you’re all having a lovely night, because you’re all lovely people.

St. Sebastian is usually depicted as a martyr, tied to a tree and shot with arrows. Legend says he was healed of those wounds, and later clubbed to death. He asked for it all. I feel for the guy.

Our 13-year-old son is teaching me good slang. “Buff the volume” means turn it up. “Nerf the volume” means turn it down.

Every episode of the new Twin Peaks has multiple scenes like this, which are going to haunt me pretty much forever. Seriously, just watch this scene to the end and try not to have a gut-punch reaction.