2025: Hell of a Year.

This year was a lot of things.

Politically, it was a soul-crushing onslaught of chaos, uncertainty, and fear.

Personally, it was pretty kickass.

Got married. Went to a bunch of Renaissance Faires. Moved in with Bex. Went to the beach (a LOT). Got a tattoo of myself. Turned 40. Kyaking. Biking. Orson Welles. Fanfic. Podcasts. Movies. Mead. Weed.

I don’t really do social media anymore, so here’s a shitload of photos (in no particular order) I didn’t bother posting anywhere.

I tend to be boob-centric when taking selfies. You have been warned.