Let’s say you’re a flower. Given the choice, where would you plant yourself?
Reflections on a complicated holiday.
Wherein Chris eulogizes his longest-serving alarm clock.
As he bids goodbye to a president with personal qualities he admired, Chris makes ‘be unTrumpy’ his new mantra.
An aging hippie, a new car, a poorly-loaded box van, and a Chris on the verge of throwing up. It’s a race against the clock in this pulse-pounding comedy thriller. (Movie rights reserved.)
Wherein Chris tries his hand at educational sloganeering.
This is one of those big birthdays for me, so I’m giving myself the gift of a self-indulgent retrospective post. Basically, just try not to fall asleep.