![I Believe... [Packers vs Joe Biden]](https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/579fa3912994ca0eff850271/1568479643736-I4MCM4M8D72HB5ET8AB8/chimpballs.jpg)
I Believe... [Packers vs Joe Biden]
…that there is almost no substantive distinction between a rabid sports fan and someone on either side of the political fringe.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of October 14, 2018
Go ahead and call her horseface, buddy. You fucked her.
![I Believe... [Shifting Demographics]](https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/579fa3912994ca0eff850271/1507721110823-P2C29EGTSQNWUQMU64K9/yorick2.jpg)
I Believe... [Shifting Demographics]
...that when piranha smell blood in the water, even paper cuts will doom you.
Your 140-Character Shaming Campaign is Weak
Shaming doesn't accomplish what you think it does. I mean, sure, it makes you feel like you're part of some sort of solution—the internet tribal equivalent to the end of Game of Thrones where the evil woman (I don't watch the show) is stripped naked and has to endure taunts and vegetation thrown at her. It does not, however, move things forward in any real way.
I think my dad had a hard time with retirement. In the five months since stepping away he’d grown increasingly interested in me. I couldn’t tell if it was out of boredom or guilt for not having been more involved in my life up to that point. And though I never felt abandoned by him, it was nice—albeit strange—to get to spend some time with him.