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The Alphabet Just Lost a Letter: RIP Victor Willis
The “Y” has officially left the building. Village People lead singer and disco legend Victor Willis has passed away at 74, throwing wedding reception choreography into absolute chaos.
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Dropping an Inch: The Ultimate High-Rise Nightmare
A routine trip between apartment floors turned into a cold-sweat lesson in mechanical safety protocols this morning when a power flicker dropped the car, triggered the springs, and set off the entire building’s alarms.
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The 40-Year Tailspin: Reality, Math, and the Danger Zone
I saw Top Gun in the theater in 1986. Now it’s 40 years later and the math is officially trying to kill me.
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The Highway Hall of Mirrors: If Your Car Could Actually Talk
Ever wondered what your car would say if it had a mouth? From the silent judgment of EVs to the mid-life crisis of a 911, we’re tearing down the automotive ego.
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Three Weeks. Three Very Different Headspaces.
Three weeks. Three completely different sonic worlds. From the spirit and soul of Bob Marley to the mysterious transmissions of Agent K and the raw industrial weight of early Nine Inch Nails, Rolling with Scissors shifts gears hard and refuses to stay in one lane.
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I’m Done Pretending
I’m Done Pretending is a new blog category created out of exhaustion with false balance, willful ignorance, and the pressure to treat misinformation as just another opinion. This post explains why the category exists and what kind of writing will live here going forward.
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Mount’n Mover Fixed What No One Else Could
For years, I struggled to find a way to use my iPad comfortably from my wheelchair. Cheap mounts failed. Makeshift setups fell short. But then I discovered the Mount’n Mover by BlueSky Designs—and everything changed.
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The Gimp Has Always Been Me
Some people call it offensive. I call it ownership. “Gimp” isn’t a slur when I use it—it’s a badge of honor, inked on my arm before Facebook even existed. If that offends you? Good. It means you’re paying attention.