3T Straight Jackets & 20‑Second Marriages: Solving Life’s Problems One Bad Idea at a Time

Parenting Tip of the Day:
If your toddler is currently expressing themselves through interpretive screaming, Olympic-level flailing, or the classic “I’m boneless now” collapse, don’t panic.

Simply consult the official 3T Straight Jacket Collection™ — as featured on the highly reputable parenting resource, StabTheFinger.com.

Choose from stylish patterns like:
• Snack Time Riot Camo
• Unicorn Rampage
• I Licked the Dog (Again)

Each jacket is crafted from GOTS-certified cotton, reinforced stitching, and the tears of parents who tried gentle parenting for three consecutive days.

Machine washable. Emotionally useless.

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I Think I Missed My Exit

Sometimes you take a wrong turn. Sometimes you take a really wrong turn. And sometimes you take such a wrong turn that an astronaut stops what he’s doing, stares at you, and quietly reconsiders his career choices.

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Tony’s Accidental Lunar Road Trip

The GPS had been acting weird ever since I passed the Waffle House. First it rerouted me around “unforeseen cosmic debris,” then it calmly announced, “In 200 feet, turn left onto Mare Imbrium.”

I glanced at my wife. She shrugged. I shrugged. The Fiat shrugged in Italian.

My Brain on Mounjaro: When Food Got Funny… and Then Got Complicated Again

Or: My Journey with Mounjaro (So Far, ~6 weeks in)

A while back, I wrote about being Edmund from The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe — the kid who just wanted more candy. I talked about seasonal SweeTARTS shaped like farm animals, my CGM tattling on me, and Mounjaro stepping into the story like a kind of metabolic Aslan: “Hey buddy, let’s not die today.”

That post was “Edmund, pre-rescue.” This one is the sequel. This is what happened after the miracle weeks, when my brain started laughing at food… and then, slowly, food started laughing back.

When AI Accidentally Writes a Self‑Help Chapter (…and It’s Actually Good)

I was working on Chapter 1 of my “AI for Newbies” book — you know, the chapter that’s supposed to explain what AI actually is — when my AI assistant suddenly veered off the road and wrote… a full‑blown self‑help chapter.

Not a paragraph.
Not a tangent.
A chapter.

Title and everything:

“Picking Up the Pieces: A Practical Guide to Mending Broken Expectations.”

And here’s the wild part:
It was good.
Like, “this belongs in a different book entirely” good.

And the irony? I was trying to explain what AI is, and it responded by showing me — a pattern‑matcher that sometimes grabs the wrong pattern… and somehow lands on something beautiful.

Does anyone blog anymore?

Podcasts, audiobooks, TikTok reels, Discord chats — everywhere you look, the internet is louder, faster, and more “immersive.” Meanwhile, blogging feels like something we all did back when flip phones were still a thing. (Fun fact: I even once launched a memeless media site. Shockingly, it didn’t take off.)

But is there still a place for blogs? For posts like this one?

Do you blog? I started [LAPSE... brain dead] back in 2007. I was steady for a while, drifted away, came back, drifted again — and now I’m finally in a semi-regular groove again.

A big part of that comeback has been using AI tools (Copilot, Gemini, etc.) to review posts, clean up sentences, or help me draft ideas. I still write in my own voice — AI just gives me a jumpstart when I need it.

And that’s where my new book comes in: