There is a biker gang in my neighborhood and they have recruited me as a member.
An electric mountain biker gang, specifically.
If you also like mountain biking and want to go for a ride, let me know.
Nobody names things less creatively than lawyers.
"Hey what should we call our new law firm?"
"How about we just string together the last names of everybody who works here?"
My general rules for stairs vs. elevator on cruise ships:
-Alone
-Down
-Stairs for any number of decks
-Up
-Stairs for <6 decks
-With kids
-Stairs for <4 decks (up or down)
My kids have been peer-pressured into choosing cheese pizza instead of pepperoni. As a supporter of their individuality and the primary consumer of their leftovers, that bums me out.
I'm still boycotting every company that obstructs the mountain vistas with dumb billboards along I-15.
Ken Garff out here like "Let me interrupt nature's majesty to invite you to consider whether pickleball is a sport or a hobby."
My least popular take probably is that corporate boycotts are mostly dumb because it is too difficult to assign an overall "good" or "bad" label to a given company. The equation is too difficult to get right, and everything changes all the time anyway.
Some hockey helmet half-visor bros give guys who wear a full cage a hard time about it.
Even among the best players, stray sticks and deflected pucks find teeth. I won't seek an emergency dentist at midnight on a Tuesday because Mr. Moose Knuckle was careless with his stick.