I watch a lot of dreck, as longtime readers know quite well. As a horror fan (and amateur aficionado), I’ve seen some bad stuff—just absolute garbage.
But bad is better than boring. This week’s film, 2025’s 825 Forest Road is boring—mostly.
I watch a lot of dreck, as longtime readers know quite well. As a horror fan (and amateur aficionado), I’ve seen some bad stuff—just absolute garbage.
But bad is better than boring. This week’s film, 2025’s 825 Forest Road is boring—mostly.
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DonateDonate monthlyDonate yearlyThe Port is alive with the sound of music! April is actually Jazz Appreciation Month, and while I haven’t been playing much jazz, I have been playing—and writing and rehearsing—a lot of music, so here are some recent music-related posts:
Happy Sunday!
—TPP
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My students had their big Spring Concert back on Friday, 4 April 2025, at 6 PM EST. The Spring Concert is the major performance event of the Spring Semester, and represents the culminations of months of practice. Some of the songs on the programs the kids have worked on since August 2024. Some we added in the two or three weeks before the concert. Either way, it takes a tremendous amount of work and practice to get polished for the concert.
This year my school revived our annual Fine Arts Festival. Essentially, all that means is that we have the school musical and the Spring Concert in the same week, and the visual arts students display their artwork in the gym (which doubles as our auditorium). It makes sense from a marketing standpoint, but it does make my life a bit more difficult, as I have minimal time to turn around from the school play to get setup for the concert. As soon as the play wrapped that Thursday evening, I began resetting the stage for the concert.
Yours portly is still recuperating physically and mentally from the toll of the Fine Arts Festival, but I’ll be fine. What of the concert itself?
Well, it was, perhaps, the best in school history.
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At some point on Wednesday, 9 April 2025, I surpassed 100,000 views on this blog. I logged in yesterday to morning and saw this notification buried amongst the usual ones that pop up in my WordPress feed:

That was a pleasant surprise! I’ve been blogging daily for (as of today’s post) 2294 consecutive days. That’s approximately 6.28 years, or roughly six years, 102 days, four hours, and forty-eight minutes. Shew!
So I wanted to take today to say “thank you” to all of my readers, commenters, subscribers, etc. Thank you for helping me reach this milestone, and thanks for taking the time to read, share, like, and comment upon my self-indulgent output.
Godspeed, and Happy Friday!
—TPP
I hate the income tax. It’s an intrusive and demoralizing experience filing them every year. Why does the federal government get to know about every transaction I’ve made over the course of a fiscal year?
It’s also expensive. I work exceptionally hard so that I can attempt to enjoy a decent quality of life. That’s only gotten harder with inflation. As I prepared my income taxes this year, I found that, even though I earned less from lessons during FY2024 than FY2023, I somehow owed more money—by a factor of three.
When I first wrote this post, I argued for a national sales tax as the lesser of two evils. Now, I’m tariffs all the way, baby. They act, in a sense, as a national sales tax, but they have the social benefit of bringing jobs and industries back to the United States. I’d rather pay an extra fifty bucks for my American-made washing machine and give a fellow citizen a good job than have to shell out my meager savings and reveal all of my financial underwear to the IRS every April.
At least with Trump in office, there is a faint hope—very faint, but a hope nonetheless—that the income tax might be reaching the end of its abusive, wicked life. What a terrible system!
With that, here is 11 April 2024’s “TBT^256: End the Income Tax“:
There’s been a great deal of bellyaching this week about the tariffs that President Trump has slapped on countries all over the world, friend and foe alike. Indeed, even yours portly winced at the drop in his various retirement accounts.
But the pain is worth it—and, we must remember, temporary. What is often forgotten in the discussion about tariffs is that we have been the suckers, often dropping our trade barriers while other countries—even allies!—have kept their trade barriers in place. The net result is that our manufacturing base has been stripped away since the end of the Second World War, and we have shifted into a consumer economy.
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We’re nearly done touring The Galactic Menagerie, but this week I’m sharing the last piece from the album, a musical representation of majestic stags.
There’s something about watching bad horror flicks from the 1990s that I always find amusing. This week’s film, Brainscan (1994), really hits that amusement in that it features a teen protagonist living in an attic bedroom full of crazy audio-visual gadgetry that would have been wildly impractical at the time. The film gives that 1990s vision of what the near-near-future would look like, with high-tech communications technology based on Windows 3.1.
The lead character, horror-obsessed teen Michael Brower, spends his time in relative isolation in his gadget-filled attic, but also leads a horror movie club at his school. His best friend Kyle is a lovable doofus, and Michael creepily scopes out his neighbor, Kimberly, who is pretty obviously aware what Michael is doing.
Kyle tells Michael of a cutting edge new interactive experience, the titular Brainscan. The game promises the ultimate experience in terror. Michael, jaded by the death of his mother, an absentee father, and lackluster scares, calls the number (1-800-555-FEAR) and sets off down a path of cyber murder.
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It’s getting warmer here in South Carolina, and soon the sun will be an oppressive ball of flaming plasma, scorching everything it touches and making going outside an interminable ordeal. So I thought it might be fun to look back at some cold stuff:
Happy Sunday!
—TPP
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I’m frantically (actually, rather calmly) putting together what will become Leftovers IV, another short EP that I’ll release the Monday after Easter. I haven’t gotten much done, but the idea of the Leftovers releases is that they consist of random dribs and drabs of composing that never quite make it to a full release. That said, I sometimes compose pieces specifically for those releases.
That’s the case with one of the pieces featured today, “French Cuisine.” The other, “Seesaw,” is more typical of the kind of “I-don’t-know-where-to-put-this-piece” model for Leftovers releases.
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