Bryce

@statcrux.bsky.social

I write poems and stories

The ending of Mr. Popper’s Penguins is wild. The man almost breaks down saying goodbye to his penguins, realizes he’s invited on their trek to the North Pole, and barely says goodbye to his wife and children, whom he won’t see for years, as he sails away gleefully

me in a good mood: I’m gonna save all these podcast episodes and LEARN!!!! me when I have some free time: all I can do right now is listen to shoegaze

Today I decided to cook a Japanese sweet rolled omelette. I didn’t think I’d be able to roll it correctly, but I did (more or less). Please clap

Friends, as a bishop in rural Minnesota, I don’t think it’s my job to criticize this administration for the actions of ICE in Minneapolis. Rather, I’d like to address something closer to home: the specter of communism in New York.