It’s Monday. Yuk. We’ve been dealing with bitter, bone-chilling cold for the past several days, but apparently that still wasn’t enough for Mother Nature. On Sunday, she decided to pile on another three or four inches of the horrid white stuff. Abby was thrilled. Me? Not so much.

With temperatures dipping into the single- and double-digit negatives, we spent most of the weekend indoors. There were two different kinds of homemade soup, hot chocolate spiked with peppermint schnapps, fresh chocolate chip cookies, and a couple of movies to round it all out. When the weather turns this nasty, there’s something especially comforting about staying warm and cozy inside.

It was yet another Sunday without sports for me—but that all changes next week when NASCAR fires up its first preseason race! Hot damn tamale, baby!

-keep

It’s Friday! I really have no use for winter once Christmas is over. Before the holiday, the cold air and falling snow feel almost charming—part of the atmosphere that makes the season special. It’s easier to tolerate icy sidewalks and frosty mornings when they come wrapped in lights, decorations, and that sense of anticipation. But once Christmas passes, the magic disappears. The snow loses its sparkle, the cold stops feeling cozy, and what was once festive quickly turns into a daily annoyance. At that point, winter isn’t enchanting anymore—it’s just incredibly irritating.

I absolutely hate this stretch of the year when the Bears’ season is over and NASCAR’s pre-season action still hasn’t begun. Football is done breaking my heart, racing hasn’t fired up yet, and suddenly my Sundays have a void where sports used to be. It’s a strange kind of sports limbo—too late for football, too early for racing—where Sunday afternoons lose their rhythm and just sort of drift by, waiting for engines to finally roar back to life.

Okay, I’m aware that I’m coming off as rather bitchy today, but damn.

Anyway, how about I move on to a brighter topic—the weekend! I have another new reader submitted amateur photo featured today. There’s also the usual double babes & double jokes as well. That should do it, eh? Enjoy!

-keep

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It’s Thursday. Galaga is one of those games that instantly takes you back to a time when gaming was all reflexes, pattern recognition, and a pocket full of quarters. Simple but brutally addictive, it rewarded players who memorized enemy formations and mastered that perfectly timed shot. Galaga represents an era when games didn’t need sprawling worlds or cinematic cutscenes to be unforgettable—just tight controls, memorable sounds, and gameplay that kept you feeding quarters into the machine. Even today, retro gaming fans still fire it up for that same rush, proving that great game design never really ages.

Retro gaming is very much alive thanks to the Fizz Creations Galaga plug-and-play console. Just pop the included HDMI dongle into your TV, pair up the wireless joystick, and you’re instantly blasting waves of aliens—no setup headaches or menus to fight through. Fizz Creations nails the authentic arcade feel with classic visuals, original sound effects, and gameplay tuned to match the vintage Namco release. Check out today’s featured video for a closer look, or head over to Amazon to see the Galaga listing.

-keep