Tuesday Tribunal

03/31/2026

Jess Hilarious LIVE at the Stress Factory Comedy Club, March 28th, 2026!

03/30/2026

SOMETHING DIFFERENT.

All shots SOOC multiple exposures through fog.

Fujifilm X-T30iii
F/5.6
1/125
800 ISO
35mm

03/30/2026

SOMETHING DIFFERENT.

All shots SOOC multiple exposures through fog.

Fujifilm X-T30iii
F/5.6
1/125
800 ISO
35mm

03/27/2026

Ian Bagg LIVE at the Stress Factory Comedy Club!

Not an exaggeration to say Ian’s Saturday night late show was the best of the year!

03/26/2026

Tossing all of my trash into the garbage with great vigor and enthusiasm.

“There!’, I shout to the whirring ceiling fan as I scratch dust from my eyes, ‘now I gotta start from scratch!”

So great to see the talented and ever-versatile John Wynn LIVE at the Stress Factory Comedy Club!

09/23/2025

Moist hands slicked the doorknob with the stinky nectar of fear and uncertainty. The Earth shook with a ferocity never before recorded. Volcanoes dwarfing Vesuvius rose from the quaking ground, each setting a new devastation record before being bested by the next. The room was smoldering, mostly ash by the time the p**s had soaked my shoes enough to clear my throat and turn the handle. I pushed forward, pressing my weight hard against the door, nearly collapsing through to the other side.

Breaking through the looking glass, I find myself in the dojo of tranquility, stomach churning and on the brink of violent regurgitation, yet, a slow calm starts to take over. The magnetic grip of the Lion’s stare. After four or five minutes counting the dimples in the ceiling tile, I meet his gaze with my own. At this point, he’s armed to the teeth. His forehead wrinkled with curiosity and his eyebrows tucked in, he ponders my existence with the gentle benevolence of a superior being. His eyes glow blue-white as he levitates off the faux-leather couch and the deafening hum of his aura shatters my eardrums.
I approach carefully, introducing myself in my native tongue. He seems to recognize the dialect and he relaxes his face muscles. I continue, explaining my history in wet, stuttering detail, momentarily putting him to sleep before reviving him with the shock of his own boredom.

At last, he speaks.

“Okay’, he utters, and the force of a thousand winds throws me many miles.

By the time I hike back, my shoes now ground down to mulch, he is ready with a question, “Can I please have a copy of my performance before I leave tonight?”
My nose streamed with a river of blood and my ears burst into flames; my granular speck brain grinding itself to dust, trying to string together enough pretend words to simulate a response.

I coughed them out, “Well actually, I can send it to you. Not today, to-today no. But yes! In a day, maybe this week? Later this week I can-n. Yes, but not toda-tonight. Do you have an email?”

His eyes burned brighter and his skin grew hot. It was like watching the birth of the Sun.
He turned his head and sneezed into his notebook. “Okay”, he smiled.

09/20/2025

Bitching about my stale blood while Googling pictures of my Grandfather and coming to terms with that fact his hands were far thicker than mine will ever be.

“Exercise!”, I shout in a sudden burst of inspiration.

“That’s the remedy! The cure for my ails!”

I run to the closet as fast as I can, stopping for air after each step. I sling through the moth-eaten rags I’ve stowed through the years, digging through mounds of useless trash and ‘This Hat’s Seen Fresno’ souvenirs, tossing them limp into new piles of even less meaning. Underneath the mess, I find my oldest pair of track shorts, a bicycle helmet and a t-shirt that fit before Thanksgiving. In my costume I feel safe and rejuvenated. I worm into one of the mountains of polyester to rest, “I work so hard, damnit’, I yawn to my ceiling fan, ‘it’s finally time for a break”.

11/02/2024

Banging my head against the wall until my eyes go numb and the ringing in my ears gets too loud to tolerate. I pause to paw at where my teeth used to be and shoot a drippy smile at my long, summer shadow, shimmering across the hot asphalt and reminding me of what I used to be. “Thank God I’m feeling better’, I scream, arms outstretched towards the sky, ‘I used to really feel crazy for a while there!”. I refasten my jeans and reach for my lunch bucket, rushing back to work before anyone realizes I’m gone.

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11/01/2024

M. Night Shyamalan's "Trap" was just added to Max. Is it worth the watch? My column:

By Peter Demetrio

10/29/2024

Is Joe Burrow the most coddled quarterback in football? Do the Eagles have what it takes to make a championship run this season? Is Jalen Hurts too scared?

Week 8 NFL analysis:

Staving off disappointment.

10/29/2024

Is Lamar Jackson overrated? Do the Browns have life this season? What do you do about Deshaun Watson?

Week 8 NFL analysis:

10/29/2024

Is Anthony Richardson's time in Indy coming to a close? When is the right time to move on from a high draft pick? Is CJ Stroud as good as we thought he was?

Week 8 analysis!

Who wants it less?