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  Videographer Here she stands iPhone in hand Capturing only what the videographer can The mogging faces passing by Friendly cyclists saying ‘hi’ It never grows old She breathes in the scene Birds, breeze, sky and even the stream A lens to the world for all to see Sharing her view ever so freely. 5/19/26

  Table of Contents Author’s Note Chapter 1—Well Loved Chapter 2—Old Soul, Young Spirit Chapter 3—‘It’s My Anxiety’   Chapter 4—Go, Give it Your All ! Chapter 5—What It’s All About Epilogue       Authors Note:   Back in February I had a lucid dream which I felt would make a tremendous episode of Ted Lasso.    Long time ago, I wanted to actually be a part of the show, since it is one of my favorite programs that has really permeated my thinking, writing, and ultimately changed my mindset.    I am much like Ted with hints of Roy, struggling with trauma like Jaime and Nate.    This show has hit on so many experiences that I am having in my adult life that I feel privileged to share it with others in hopes that it can also heal and repair them.    The world needs more Teds.      ‘What a blessing to be imperfect and human, to get hurt and keep moving.’—some lyrics from Anees’ ‘Movin...

 There are many times I often equate my life to that of a sitcom.    This has never been truer since yesterday, my roommate told me about Kodachrome (aka Big Red, aka Russet Potato, aka Red Boy) actually caught a mouse.    Ironically, this mouse had already been caught by a trap.   My roommate had to place a thumb outside of Koda's mouth to release the trapped mouse.    Kody wouldn't let the prize go without a bit of a fight.   He seemed terribly triumphant, but unfortunately, it was a trophy that he hadn't earned.    I have since disposed of the evidence in what is left of the snow (we're in for a thaw), but I can still picture Little Potato carrying that mouse, making a lot of racket over it.    Silly Kodachrome.  

Hello, Tomorrow! — Series Finale Outline A Darkly Comedic, Detailed Farewell to the Brightside Era Opening Catastrophe The series finale opens, quite literally, with a bang: the ill-fated rocket erupts in a spectacular explosion, raining down debris and regret across the tarmac. Amidst the chaos, the customer representative—still conducting a sales pitch to the end—and the thug after Eddie, wedged in a piece of battered luggage, are dispatched with a slapstick finality. Brightside Industries’ jingle blares over loudspeakers, garbling into an accidental requiem. The crowd gasps, the press pounces, and rumors swirl faster than the ashes settle. Jack and Joe: Pursuit, Guilt, and the Family Mirror Jack and Joe find themselves the target of a media feeding frenzy, their faces splashed across headlines as “the Smarmy Duo.” Investigators unravel the web of Brightside’s schemes, finding Jack and Joe indirectly responsible for the mounting body count. At home, Jack’s wife regains her ...

 I recently completed a script I am elated about.  It took me a while to finish it but its conclusion is actually pleasant, uplifting and happy.    When I write about romance, I want it to feel real and relatable, even within such a fantastical setting, much like my cyberpunk one.    I still believe that love always finds a way even despite circumstances.   I wrote it more for myself in my own set of circumstances, but hopefully it will reach others and spark their hope in humanity despite what naysayers and doomsayers might project. 

 I had known this was coming for a while now, but honestly watching the video with Finnegan, Ethan and the entire family brought me to soul shaking sobs.    That poor man has been through so much pain and grief.  His daughter, Freya is a sweet, pure and resilient soul but honestly, I think he and the entire Save a Fox family need to take some time away from social media to recuperate.    The news today after the day I have been through hit me like a freight train even though I knew it was inevitable.   I also saw that my former place of work was hiring.    If I have no other plan but to return, it will be with my dignity intact, and I will be sticking to zero cross training.   I will reside there so long as I need to be, but once I see a new avenue, I will be out and I promise I will never return.   Just like a few other businesses I will not name by name, I burned bridges with them long ago.    Both of whic...