Fr. Josh Miller

GM. Happy Friday all. On to a nice weekend for all, I hope!

GN all. A great Confirmation with the bishop tonight.

Spooky Month continues with this eerie image.

Looks like Polymarket going up in flames.

In the business, we call this "ministry of presence." There are often situations where you can say nothing, do nothing. But if you're present -- if you just take the time to be there -- it can go a long way.

I ate a whole raw habanero about thirty minutes ago. Nice flavor, great heat rush. Enjoyable.

Until it hit my stomach. Now I regret everything.

There was always something both jarring and comforting about rolling through the Midwest or the South and coming upon a sign like this. Though I haven't seen one for years, it always makes me smile.

Apple's Touchscreen Mac goes for $2,900. 💀

GM. Today, Confirmation with the bishop. But also ceviche beforehand.

Perhaps the spookiest image I've posted all month.

GM. A blessed hump day to all!

GN. 4-6 weeks for delivery, I am sure.

I ate some salami. First time in a long time for rich meat like that. I loved the salami. It did not love me.

My lab, maybe 6 months old. The Awkward Era. All ears, head, and legs.

Never was much of a McRib guy. I appreciate it returning when pork prices go down, but it just seems like the absolute worst meat ever. And that's saying something, when McDonald's beef tastes like sawdust.

I've not had McDonald's since June of 2025. I miss the fries.

GM. Tired today. This time of year is a strange one.

GN friends. Tomorrow is a new day.

GN. A blessed start of the week to all.

Scenes from the Divine Comedy via Gabriele Dell Otto.

GM. Two down, one to go.

GN all. On to a blessed Sunday.

And should you see Aunt Edna... look busy.

I am constantly at war with HVAC units. I've seen stuff and things, man.

My most controversial take:

Chicago Deep Dish << New York Style Pizza Chicago Style Dog >>>> New York Dog

How we roll.

Good funeral with a good family. Now I move on to the afternoon.

GM. Funeral in a neighboring parish this morning. More funerals. There's always a funeral.

GN. As we approach Halloween: Memento Mori. (Andrew Wyeth. Untitled).

This is RumChata and Root Beer. It is awful. Never do this. I award myself zero points, and may God have mercy on my soul.

First game of the World Series is tonight.

My heart is with the Brewers, and I think they have a shot.

Armada Sports Ball server up for sharing your speculation.

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I feel like there's a lot going on here.

GN... A beautiful Friday looms.

The letters section of my local newspaper is my absolute favorite part.

Nice funeral for a lovely man. On to smaller things now.

The Bears play tonight. THE BEWARES.

I mean, who doesn't want to pay a tax to watch YouTube, am I right?

GM. Funeral today for a good man. An honor to bury him, but not so great to keep losing folks.

BioWare made some of the best games I ever played. Too bad the company went the way it did, effectively killing themselves via the culture war.

They do it to themselves.

Goodnight, friends. Halloween looms.

Cook at my local hole unimpressed with my assertion that I earned this beer via a day filled with cleaning.

Cleaning my house is constantly yelling at a Labrador Retriever who was trained from Day 1 never to leave my side.

GA. Cleaning the house today.

Cleanliness is not a virtue I have mastered.

GN. On to hump day, good people.

When I realized this is true: when I, a noob who never studied programming past FORTRAN, could vibe an idea I had. It turned out great, exactly what I wanted it to be, and it required no one else to make it happen.

Or maybe it was when I started making dumb little widgets in Omarchy. Because I could. Because I wanted to.

Everything is going to wind up open source. The only limitation will be with the human imagination.

GM. Tuesday is my Monday, but we shall endure.

Sports Ball, on Armada, for anyone who might be interested in talking sports.

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GN. As Spooktober continues, Memento Mori.

PoW 32 test.

Violent (coordinated) European agitation is the dumbest thing on Earth, and will ensure no positive movement of the needle.

Beautiful autumn day in Northern Illinois. I'll take it.

The thing that I am most grateful for over the last year of my life: there has been zero malice, zero judgment or anyone in my heart.

Sunday Funday.

GM. Have a blessed Sunday.

GN all and on to a blessed Sunday.

Good afternoon.

I've spent the day listening to the Clash in the background. Such great stuff.

Back when I studied Neuroscience, multiple of my professors made their own nicotine pouches in-lab in like 1999/2000. Nicotine is a neurologically beneficial chemical, and all of them knew that.

But not a one of them stopped to think, "I should market this smart alternative to tobacco."

Maybe I'm just an idiot who's never owned a home, but HOAs seem pretty dumb.

Jack Daniels has a cryptid, apparently. The Wyooter Hooter of Tennessee haunts their distilling lands.

Maybe that's why the bourbon sucks. Or maybe not.

The sun rises over Brewers Nation this morning.

Shohei Ohtani is my favorite player, the best there’s ever been. But I’m sick of the Dodgers and their dynasty, so it’s good for the game to see a mid market team best them.

GM and happy Friday.

Goodnight friends. Your Spooktober goodnight is subtle but distinct.

Uhh, Tarzan, no. This isn’t how that works.

GM. Sinuses still rough, and the farmers are still taking stuff out of their fields. The two go hand-in-hand.

GN. Sweet dreams.

When you have fried food maybe once or twice in the last year… Consequences. 🤢

GN all. Tomorrow's a new day, and hope springs eternal.

The weather in Illinois is always a delight. And by "delight," I mean an absolute menace, wreaking havoc on my sinsues.