the evening almanac

This is meant to be a motivational speech but I might rant a bit. But man, it's 2026 and we're stuck in the past. And I'm blaming boomers. Why? Because they're there.

Possibly the nicest looking podcast episode I've done. I'm in a not great place mentally (as is the predictable way diving deep into a divorce), but philosophising on what makes a good life, and the steps to get there. This isn't advice, after all, I'm not the person you want to model, I'm thinking out loud after years of f*cking mistakes. Basically.

I don't want to sit on her and moan the whole time (I do), but I thought I'd be honest about where I'm at, and a bit about creativity in the face of mockery, or naysayers. Thisis episode 900, for what it's worth.

A bit about therapy and then a lot about having agency, confidence, and wanting to be left alone. Mostly.

Another HD video. HD being hardly decent. Essentially a rant (surprise) about how people wanna keep you down, main .

A chat about my wonky face, corporate merch and embracing ignorance for a happier life. Not that I'm one to explain how to be happier, so take it all with a pinch of salt.

Getting angry about the esoteric arts because life is hard and I don't think any of it helps. But look, I did this episode all by myself. No third party recording app. Just raw recording and editing by me. I'm back, baby. Anyone care?

A lot about how the old noggin stem is dealing with The Calamity, and a joke. An actual joke.

A slightly more upbeat version of the podcast where I still manage to complain about things, but I do it with a smile. Actually I don't. This is as outwardly happy as I get. I don't need your validation (I very much do, please listen to my podcast).

Post-therapy podcast for the descerning listener. Only joking, no one is practicing discernment listening to this.