Modern Decision Making
by Steve West on November 9, 2025
Yesterday, I e-mailed a psychiatrist and a tattoo artist. Whoever gets back to me first, wins. And that's how we do self-care in the Year of Our Lord 2025.
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Lori Lancaster | November 22, 2025
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Scott Hardie | November 13, 2025
You should get a Rorschach test tattoo. Then you should ask the psychiatrist what they think it means.
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