1.25.25: Making Money

There’s an art to making money. From the jobs we choose to the side hustles we stumble into, it’s fascinating how we figure it out. Think about it—lemonade stands as kids, bake sales, random college gigs—it’s all part of this weird dance we do to make a buck. What blows my mind are the jobs I didn’t even know existed, services I’ve never thought anyone would need, and, of course, the conmen who push it to the edge. It’s wild how creative we get when it comes to earning, and honestly, it makes you wonder where the line really is.

1.24.25: TV Shows

I love TV shows, but Quentin Tarantino’s take on Yellowstone, a show I loved, really stuck with me. He called it entertaining, engrossing, and must-watch TV, but said the characters don’t linger—they’re forgotten as soon as the season ends. It’s true; they don’t haunt you or provoke deep thought like characters from truly great storytelling. Is that a fault of the writing, or a reflection of an industry chasing high-impact drama over the slow burn of real character development? Maybe it’s both. Either way, it really makes me wonder if we’re sacrificing substance for spectacle in today’s TV landscape.

1.23.25: Is Guacamole a Dip?

Is guacamole a food or a dip? I’d argue it’s undeniably a dip. Sure, it’s made of ingredients like avocado, lime, and spices, but let’s be honest—who’s eating guacamole straight with a spoon? You don’t just sit down with a bowl of guac like it’s soup. It’s not self-sufficient; it needs a vehicle, like a tortilla chip, to deliver its creamy goodness. Without something to dip into it, guacamole loses its purpose. Pasta, on the other hand, stands alone as a food. Guacamole? It’s a sidekick, not the star. So, let’s settle it—guacamole is, and always will be, a dip.

1.22.25: Snakesss

Sliding silently through shadows, snakes are the slick stars of the wild, masters of survival and suspense. Their sinuous movements scream stealth as they stalk prey with precision, then strike like a snap of static. Some shimmer in sunlight, their scales sparkling like scattered sapphires, while others slink in sinister shades, secretive and shadow-bound. With split tongues sampling scents and sinuous bodies slipping into unseen spaces, they’re the sneaky spies of nature. Whether they suffocate with crushing squeezes or sink venomous fangs into their supper, snakes are spellbinding. Love them or shudder at them, their story is simply spectacular.

1.21.25: Style It Up?

Looking at my blog and seeing blocks of 100-word text on the main page, I’m starting to wonder if this was a bad idea. Should I add art? Maybe a drawing? I wish I could draw, but even then, scanning and uploading each picture sounds like a hassle. I’ve committed to writing 100 words a day, and I’ll stick to that, but now I’m questioning if there’s a more engaging way to present them. Something visual, maybe, or just a tweak to the layout. For now, it works, but I can’t help feeling like it could be more interesting.

1.20.25: Financial Priorities

Trying to prioritize expenses—like a visa for Thailand versus re-doing my walk-in closet—is frustrating. I get the appeal of being rich, of doing whatever you want without a second thought. But there’s also something satisfying about working hard toward a financial goal and finally being able to afford it, whether it’s a necessity or not. It feels earned in a way that unlimited wealth might not. Not to say billionaires didn’t earn their fortunes, but at that level, nothing is truly off-limits. Personally, I’d settle for a happy middle ground. A few hundred million should be more than enough.

1.19.25: Jerseys

I keep debating whether having signed, framed sports jerseys hanging in my condo is tacky. I’ve got a lot of them, and while I’ve tried to group them in spots like my office or the spare bedroom, I can’t help but wonder if it’s lame as I get older. To me, they’ve always been cool—like in lawyer shows or when NFL players show off walls of them. Sure, maybe I’m emulating that vibe, but for me, it’s more than decor. They capture moments in history, snapshots of greatness. I like having those reminders around. So, tacky or not, they stay.

1.18.25: Natural Born Killer

Killing wasn’t his passion, nor something he actively sought, but it came to him with surprising ease. He wasn’t particularly skilled or trained, yet there was a rhythm to it, a knack he couldn’t deny. Others struggled with the weight of it—the hesitation, the guilt—but not him. It wasn’t pride or pleasure that drove him; it was simply a matter of necessity, a job he could do when few others could. He didn’t question it anymore. It wasn’t his calling, but in the absence of anything else, it became what he did. He killed because he could. Nothing more.

1.17.25: Mini Games

In big games like The Witcher 3 or Assassin’s Creed Valhalla, you’ll find these amazing mini-games, like Gwent or Valhalla’s dice game. Honestly, it blows my mind that someone out there took the time to craft an entire game within a game. They built the rules, figured out how to make it balanced, and somehow made it fun enough to feel like a fully fleshed-out experience. It’s a level of creativity and dedication that deserves serious respect. Hats off to you, random developer, for going the extra mile and adding that extra layer of depth to an already incredible world.

1.16.25: Nature vs. Nurture

I’ve always loved nature vs. nurture debates—they can be applied to almost any topic, but at their core, they’re about what makes us human. Are we the product of our upbringing and the lessons we’re taught, or is who we are—and the choices we make—predetermined, written into our DNA from the start? It’s fascinating to think about whether we’re shaped by the environment around us or if we’re simply unfolding into who we were always meant to be. Maybe it’s both. Either way, it’s a question that cuts right to the heart of what it means to exist.

1.15.25: Subscribe as a Service

Subscriptions are slowly killing consumers' wallets and patience. The days of paying once and owning something outright are long gone. Now, everything is offered as "blank-as-a-service," from software to video games, trapping us in endless monthly fees. It’s frustrating, unsustainable, and frankly insulting. This model isn’t about convenience; it’s about squeezing every last cent from users. As consumers, we need to draw a line and send a clear message that this relentless push for subscription-based everything isn’t the future we want. Ownership shouldn’t be a relic of the past—it’s time to reclaim it before it’s gone for good.

1.14.25: Our Downfall

The end of humanity won’t come from AI or war—it’ll be a virus. Humans are fundamentally flawed, and viruses are masters at exploiting those flaws. We’re social creatures, wired for connection, and in a world that’s now irreversibly interconnected, a virus has the perfect conditions to spread unchecked. It’s not a matter of if, but when. Technology can’t save us from our own biology, and hubris blinds us to how vulnerable we are. The very traits that make us human—our need for community, travel, and interaction—are what will ultimately be our undoing. Viruses understand this, even if we don’t.

1.13.25: COVID Effects

I don’t want to sound like everyone else, but COVID messed me up. I’m not the same person I was before, and maybe that’s just part of getting older, but it feels different. I’ve started preferring quieter situations—staying in instead of going out, avoiding big social events that feel overwhelming. There’s also this constant undercurrent of not having enough—not enough time, not enough energy, not enough anything. It’s like a shadow that wasn’t there before. I’m not saying it’s all bad; I’ve learned to value simplicity. But sometimes, I miss the person I was before everything changed.

1.12.25: Roboticize

He brushed his teeth, the routine soothing, but the toothpaste tasted… off. Metallic. Shrugging it off, he reached for his coffee, only to notice the steam didn’t burn his hand. Strange. At work, the clock ticked loudly, its rhythm syncing perfectly with his heartbeat—too perfectly. That night, he cut himself chopping vegetables, but there was no blood, only a glint of metal beneath. Panic gripped him as he peeled back the skin. Wires. Circuits. A memory surfaced: a sterile room, voices calibrating him. His reflection stared back, expressionless. He wasn’t a man. He’d never been. He was just... programming.

1.11.25: Fighting an Animal

If I had to pick an animal to fight to the death, barehanded, in a cage, with both of us fully aware it’s life or death, I think I could take a zebra. Stay with me here. No horns, no antlers—just teeth, and as long as I avoid getting behind it, I’m not worried about the kicks. The strategy is simple: go for the throat. Everything else is just muscle and bone, but the throat? That’s the weak spot. I’m not saying it’d be easy, but if it came down to it, I think I could pull it off. Zebra? Handled.

1.10.25: Her

When he saw her, he knew. It wasn’t dramatic, just a quiet certainty, like slipping on a shirt that fits perfectly. He didn’t know her name, her story, or if she believed ice cream cake was a dessert or a gimmick. None of it mattered. Time bent around her, slowing to a still frame he felt only he could see. The world faded into a soft blur, leaving just her—a stranger who somehow felt like a missing piece he’d never realized was gone. He couldn’t explain it, didn’t try to. All he knew was that everything suddenly made sense.

1.09.25: In 100 Words Update

After a week of doing this “In 100 Words” series, I’m realizing it’s a bigger task than I thought. It’s not just the writing—it’s coming up with ideas and then the daily grind of posting them. I know this is basically what Twitter exists for, but I’m not about to shout into that cesspool of a void. I’d much rather post them on my blog. Sure, the readership might be small (or non-existent), but honestly, this is more about the exercise itself. It’s fun, it’s challenging, and I’m enjoying it. So, I’ll keep them coming—for me, if no one else.

1.08.25: Naps

I used to hate naps. They’d leave me either groggy or panicked, wondering how long I’d been out, if I’d missed something important, or forgotten to do something. But as I’ve gotten older, I’ve learned to appreciate them. Naps, long considered the domain of babies and old folks, have become an unexpected gift. At 35, I don’t schedule them or anything, but when a nap happens naturally, it feels like a win. I wake up thinking, “Hell yeah, I just napped.” It’s not just rest—it’s reclaiming a little moment of peace in the chaos. Naps have officially grown on me.

1.07.25: Quality Products

I’ve always admired companies that make products so good you only need to buy them once. Take Le Creuset, for example—their cast iron cookware lasts generations. There’s something so respectable about standing behind your craftsmanship and choosing quality over cutting corners. It’s rare these days, with so many brands intentionally using cheaper materials or designing things to wear out just so you’ll have to replace them. When a company refuses to play that game and creates something built to last, it’s a bold statement—and I love it. It’s about trust, integrity, and giving customers something they’ll never need to replace.

1.06.25: Coconuts FTW

If I had to choose—gun to my head—between wiping coconuts or avocados off the planet (ignoring the economics, just access), I’d have to let avocados go. Living in Thailand, I’ve developed a serious appreciation for coconuts. They’re the backbone of so many incredible curries, and a good coconut shake? Game changer. Don’t get me wrong, I love avocados—guacamole is basically a sacred food (dip?)—but coconuts have earned their place at the top. I actually spent way too much time thinking about this over New Year’s (yes, this is how I holiday), and I stand by it: coconuts reign supreme.