December 5, 2025
Going over to Wickenburg this morning to see all the latest goings on at the newly named Sigler Museum. Should be fun.
Return of The Sivulogi!
The Sinagua In-dins called dust devils "sivulogi," and the word was uttered in a hushed whisper, out of respect, because they believed dust devils are evil spirits emerging from the ground.
Warning: Dad Joke Ahead!
A short psychic just broke out of prison. Be on the lookout for a small medium at large.
Coming soon from Boze Studios. . .
Beyond Hope
Open on a seen-better-days shack on the edge of the Mojave Desert. A van is parked outside with a sign on the side that says, “La Paz County Indigent Services Department."
Inside is a hoarder’s nest of Boomer ephemera and an old hipster with white hair and beard sitting on a lawn chair in the middle of it all.
A prim and professional female attendant with a clipboard says slowly: “Can you please state your name and where you are from?”
“I am but a traveler in the cosmos. My name is unimportant.
“Who is the president of the United States?”
“Some guy who shouldn’t be president of the United States.”
“Do you remember your wife’s name?”
“Which one?”
“Can you recite your favorite song lyric?”
“Hey mama, look at me, I’m on my way to the Promise Land. . .”
“How long have you been living here?”
“Long enough to know not to talk to government officials!”
“Have you had feelings of depression in the past?”
“Yes, I once was forced to watch CSPAN”
The attendant pulls up her phone, hits speed dial and after a pause, says: "We're gonna need a couple handlers out here with restraining equipment."
"You can't trust atoms. They make up everything."
—Old Vaquero Dad Saying
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