My brain has been feeling like it wants to explode.

Let me explain. My brain is the organ in this package known as ME, and it does things with chemicals and possibly wee spirits and visitors from the outlands of space. In other words, my brain makes emotions. It has moods. It creates—or is host to—thoughts and what not. This is basically the same as what happens in each brain that still has life. We just use different things called “words” to explain them.

Following me? I know you are.

You are invited to comment on my first comic. It was in my head with all the other stuff today and wouldn’t shut up until I let it (and some of the others) out. I suspect you’ll be seeing them shortly.

I cannot be where one might call the “action” is in this fight for the survival of our democracy, but I can send out my words to do the work for me. Starting Jan. 23, 2026—my son Kyle’s 31st birthday—I decided that since much of the additional chaos, noise, depression, anxiety, and general snotty brain drama that is being generously caused by the sweeping events we find ourselves unable to break free from at the present time is being caused by, if I might just use one word to explain: politics, I am now going to be addressing the bugger directly.

Thus, I’ve decided to say some shit.

And now: Code Brown.

Most certainly, my lovely human friends, more will be coming. Count on it.

Bird

If you want the next Code Brown when it drops, follow this blog and say hi in the comments—more is sure to come. With an ADHD brain, there will always be more.