I used to piss so much excellence. I went on adventures to see glamorous and sexy beasts, I made all kinds of great wildlife content, and I used to write prolifically. Then, it all stopped. The pandemic, grad school, being an adult, just sucking in general, yada-yada-yada. One way or the other, that piss tap of excellence went dry.
I really missed pissing wildlife excellence. To try and get my wildlife game going again I started to go on game drives. And by game drives I mean I throw my camera in my orange 1972 AMC Gremlin, go run errands, and cruise the mean streets of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania looking for critters.
Our wildlife is of the standard issue suburban type – rabbits, groundhogs, deer, Canada geese, and if you get lucky you might see a cool hawk or turkey. At this point in my wretched immortal life I will take what I can get. Yet, every once in a while, a game drive turns out a glamorous super-star. Behold, a pic of a great blue heron taken out of my car window!
Whoa, big deal, one lousy heron pic. Hey, man, when the piss tap of excellence runs dry you are happy to get a trickle again. May this be the beginning of the great deluge of piss excellence that will save humanity from itself.
