Keegan Gibson

THE VIBES ARE GOOD AGAIN

They need to give the Nobel Prize to whoever invented this thing

Nothing better than watching sports and getting a new battle to read about this week. Being a 40+ dad rules.

[at my second rodeo] listen up you ignorant sack of shit

Witnessed a ribbon cutting at a new rest stop in OH. I wasn't sure what was going on since it was packed. I asked a guy at the door if I could enter. A short old man, some official, emerged from the crowd and hobbled forward, arms outstretched, and said "Yes! Come in! Come in and use the bathroom!"

Do you think he knew?

Jinx!

I work as an elder and hospice caregiver, which I am oddly passionate about. I can love on them shamelessly and no one complains about my codependence. It's a win-win situation. Many of my caregiving colleagues complain about the repetitive questions and, sometimes reactions, of the elderly, especially when those patients happen to read the newspaper, especially with the current downward spiral of our country — as if these people haven't lived through enough horror... I love my dementia peeps, but sometimes wonder if there's a Guinness Book World Record for how many times an hour a dementia patient can repeat the same question — it's got to be in the hundreds. At least with small children, they ask different questions. Dementia patients will get stuck on one short question and ask it until you can interrupt their train(carousel) of thought and successfully redirect their attention. That carousel is pretty manic sometimes. A couple days ago, I picked up my mail from the post office and drove over to the nursing home to take (let's call her "Miss Daisy") Miss Daisy out for a drive. Before we took off on our road trip, to the end of The Road and back, in our landlocked little town (Juneau, Alaska), I set my copy of The Onion down in front of her. Over our two-hour excursion, tiny Miss Daisy read that front page at least a dozen times and each time she would snicker, giggle, and guffaw, then put it down on the dash board and, a minute later, discover it anew. I think it was the best afternoon of my life. We don't often hear them laugh and when they do, it's the sweetest thing you've ever heard. ... Thank you, thank you, thank you, for the really important work all of you do. You make the world a better place.

I got permission to share this, and I'm extremely grateful for that.

The Onion got this letter from one of our subscribers in Alaska. She works with dementia patients and decided to leave a copy in the car for each one.

This email made my year. Read it and you'll see what I mean. People are good.

I've loaded 15.9 tons. Almost there. Can't wait to see what I get.

"If you're hot, they're hot. Bring them inside."

My partner & I were trying to ID a bird we heard while walking and the guy who had stopped his car to let us pass got out and was like "it's a frog, actually. Cope's Gray. I do frog surveys... Sorry" And then got in his car without a word and drove off. Absolute king

What the heck is it about police chiefs refereeing???

Let's stop discussing

I wouldn't want to share a name with this little hellion, either

I thought that was one of the Minions

People Are Losing Loved Ones to AI-Fueled Spiritual Fantasies Marriages and families are falling apart as people are sucked into fantasy worlds of spiritual prophecy by AI tools like OpenAI's ChatGPT

I just read something about that this morning... www.rollingstone.com/culture/cult...

We earned about $1.25 per hour plus a $6,500 scholarship. For a few bucks, NCCC sent service-minded Americans to support nonprofits and communities from deep blue cities to dark red counties. What a great investment. Friendships, practical skills, and a deeper commitment to serving our county.

This week the Trump/DOGE news hit home for me. I was devastated to learn that AmeriCorps NCCC participants were sent home, ending their year of service early and without warning.

Here's a photo of 11 young Americans in a church parking lot in Houston. After about 14 hours of packing mac 'n cheese and into Red Cross trucks, and washing dishes from the Southern Baptist Disaster Relief mobile kitchen. Serving victims of Hurricane Ike without food or electricity.

"deep bue" *chef's kiss*

[Refusing to call taxpayer-funded 911 as my house burns down]

I don't consent to this fire