Postcards from The Pug Bus

Lifting a satirical leg on popular culture

Persons in the Ether

Question of the Week

Passion or stability?

MD

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.

RC

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.

NV

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.

Funny Horoscopes: Mercury Ate My Homework

6 months philmaggitti horoscopes, trump

A baby curiously touching a man's face while he lies on grass. — “Mercury’s in retrograde again?! I just graded twelve signs of chaos!”

Mercury is in chaos mode, and your inbox has turned into a revenge plot. The stars are grading your life choices on a curve, and the curve is a circle in these funny horoscopes. Let us see who fails most creatively this week.

â™ˆ Aries – You are not impulsive; you are just pre-approved for disaster. If life were a group project, you would be the reason the teacher drinks.

â™‰ Taurus – Your emotional support candle is judging you. Treat yourself to something unnecessary. It is cheaper than therapy and smells less like denial.

â™Š Gemini – You accidentally join a Slack channel that contains only your intrusive thoughts. Mercury approves; chaos thrives.

â™‹ Cancer – Someone calls you “clingy.” You call it “emotional Wi-Fi,” though your signal strength is unstable.

â™Œ Leo – You mistake constructive criticism for applause. The audience is imaginary, but your confidence is real.

â™ Virgo – You try to organize your feelings alphabetically. Under F you find “futile.”

â™Ž Libra – You spend three hours deciding whether to ghost someone or respond with an emoji. Venus sighs audibly.

â™Scorpio – You text “we need to talk” to three people before breakfast, just to feel alive. Your power move is emotional brinkmanship.

â™ Sagittarius – You plan a spiritual journey but end up at a gas station eating Corn Nuts. Enlightenment is optional.

â™‘ Capricorn – You climb the mountain of ambition like it owes you money. Success will not love you back, but at least it is punctual.

â™’ Aquarius – You invent a new ideology halfway through breakfast. No one joins. Even your cereal looks skeptical.

â™“Pisces – You confuse intuition with Wi-Fi interference. The universe keeps buffering your epiphanies.

Tomorrow: “The Universe Puts You on Read.” Bring tissues and plausible deniability.

For additional horoscopes from hell, click here if you dare.

The preceding is satire. Straight up, Skippy. No warranties are expressed or implied. For life advice, try a professional. For investment tips, try a dart board. For salvation, the gentleman in the robe has been handling that portfolio for 2,000 years.

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.