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Postcards from The Pug Bus

Lifting a satirical leg on popular culture

Persons in the Ether

Question of the Week

Passion or stability?

Mavis Drouk, emotional escrow officer

Believed to be near Harrisburg, PA

Stability. Passion is what people choose when they still believe a staircase can be made entirely of sparks. Stability may not sing outside your window, but it does remember where the insurance cards are.

Rufus Clenn, freelance thunder consultant

Last reported west of Tulsa, OK

Passion, obviously. Stability is just boredom wearing shoes with arch support. I want life to arrive late, smell faintly of lightning, and explain nothing until several lamps have been broken.

Nora Vell, deputy curator of small regrets

Possibly sheltering in Eugene, OR

Passion is useful for beginnings, stability for the paperwork afterward. I prefer both in moderation, which is another way of saying I would like to be ruined briefly and then driven home safely.

Young attractive woman in tan blazer sitting at her desk in an office staring at a computer screen in horror after discovering her autocorrect blooper.

"OMG! I meant "meeting" not "mating."

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Book of Daze: Apologize for Autocorrect Bloopers Day

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Apologize for Autocorrect Bloopers Day is observed annually on the third Tuesday in March. Ironic, isn’t it, that our phones have so many days to… Read More

The image captures a Temporal Hangover as Arthur experiences a total collapse of personal synchronicity while his physical form deserts his consciousness in the bathroom. While his mind struggles to process the cold porcelain of the sink, his body has already committed to the next twenty-seven minutes of his morning routine. He is a man haunted by his own momentum, watching himself vanish into a future that he is not yet ready to inhabit.

A secular holy trinity?

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Book of Daze: Temporal Hangover Day

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The sun storms through the curtains and hits Arthur like a physical assault. The real problem, however, of this temporal hangover day, is that Arthur’s… Read More

A close-up shot of a crispy, deep-fried pope's nose seasoned with sea salt, held aloft on a golden three-pronged fork. In the blurred background, a crowd celebrates at an outdoor festival under a large burlap banner that reads "Book of Daze: Pope's Nose Day."

One bite of the pope's nose and you will finally understand why the bird was trying to fly away from you.

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Book of Daze: Pope’s Nose Turkey Day

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Pope’s Nose turkey day honors the butt-end of a turkey–that triangular, fatty little nub that people fight over like starving wolves or treat like a… Read More

Artificial Nostalgia Day illustration featuring inside a television screen a black Alexa dot with its circular red light on and a frown-y face drawn inside it.

She sees you when you're sleeping.

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Book of Daze: Artificial Nostalgia Day

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Today you celebrate the memories you never had but feel guilty about forgetting. Artificial nostalgia day honors the ache for a past that never happened,… Read More

A minimalist, high-contrast illustration of a Keith Richards birthday celebration in which Keith is juggling three flaming guitar picks against a clean, pale background.

Eighty-two years of cheating death, now he is just showing off by juggling fire.

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Book of Daze: Keith Richards Birthday

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Keith Richards is eighty-two years old today. At this point, Keef is not just an old, haggard human being; he is a biological glitch, a… Read More

Satirical illustration showing a distressed man in pajamas receiving a nonsensical feed of goats, tractors, and errors from a giant surveillance eye, symbolizing Algorithm Anxiety Day.

Your life is now sponsored by used tractor parts and existential dread.

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Book of Daze: Algorithm Anxiety Day

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Today we observe Algorithm Anxiety Day, the mother of all modern holidays. This is the day each year when we acknowledge the cold, indisputable truth:… Read More

This visual stages the ritual of rethinking draft emails—the sacred pause before unleashing digital truth. A man sits at a white desk, his right index finger hovering above the send key on a black computer keyboard. His face is tense with indecision, eyebrows furrowed, lips pressed together, and his left hand supports his chin in a contemplative pose. The background is a plain gray wall, emphasizing the moment of hesitation.

One click from catastrophe.

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Book of Daze: Rethinking Draft Emails Day

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There are those rare sages who, in a moment of digital restraint, choose the conservative “Save Draft” button instead of the seductive and more satisfying… Read More

Stack of pristine unread books illustrated against a neutral background

All promise, no progress.

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Book of Daze: Unread Books Day

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Unread Books Day honors the towering stacks of good intentions that have loomed beside beds, beneath coffee tables, and atop toilet tanks for decades without… Read More

The Pug Bus Breaking News

The Pug Bus Breaking News requires no email address, no mother's maiden name, no first pet's nickname, and no DNA sample. You simply mash the link below and read.

Deliver It

⚡ Scholars at the Royal Institute for the Advancement of Obvious Things have concluded, after eleven years of exhaustive inquiry, that people who speak at great length in meetings do not thereby become more correct. The findings have been submitted to a committee for review.

⚡ It has been determined by authorities in several jurisdictions that the phrase "I just want to be honest with you" reliably precedes the portion of the conversation one would most prefer not to have. Legislation is pending.

⚡ The Bureau of Perpetual Reassessment has announced that this is not, in fact, the most divided the nation has ever been, a distinction that continues to belong to a prior era when the disagreements concerned rather more consequential matters and people occasionally died over them.

Adverse Effects

The following lines of prose cleverly arranged as poetry may induce brief clarity, misplaced certainty, and the sense that something has already been decided without your approval ...

By seventy you know which doors you walked past without opening,
can name the rooms you never entered,
hear the echoes anyway.

Read It All

By seventy you know which doors you walked past without opening,
can name the rooms you never entered,
hear the echoes anyway.

The years do not accuse.
They simply pile up like newspapers you meant to read,
each one carrying news that is no longer news.

You think: I should have said that differently.
I should have stayed. I should have gone.
The mind is efficient this way,
filing the same cases under the same wrong headings,
finding them again at 3 a.m. in perfect order.

What surprises is not the weight of it
but the patience —
how regret waits,
how it has nowhere else to be,
how it sits across from you at breakfast
and asks for nothing,
knowing you will offer it everything
on your own.

The body slows.
The catalog does not.
You carry the unlived lives
the way old houses carry
the smell of people who are gone —
not haunting exactly,
just present,
just there,
just refusing
the simple courtesy
of leaving.