It’s Wednesday. Believe it or not, it looks like we have yet another beaver sighting. The Great Canadian Beaver Toss is one of those events where every sentence sounds dirty, even when everyone insists it’s completely innocent. Competitors spend all day comparing the size of their beavers, debating the best technique for handling their beaver, and bragging about how far they’ve managed to launch their beaver. Veterans will tell you that success isn’t about strength—it’s all in the wrist action and proper beaver control. Spectators gather around to watch grown adults grip their beavers tightly, give a few practice pumps, and then send them soaring while the crowd cheers wildly. By the end of the day, everyone’s exhausted, their beavers are covered in dirt, and somebody is proudly holding a trophy for having the most impressive beaver toss in all of Canada.

And if that wasn’t enough, there are apparently official rules. No rough handling of your beaver before the toss. Keep a firm but comfortable grip. Don’t interfere with another person’s beaver. And under no circumstances should you attempt to toss someone else’s beaver without permission. It’s the kind of wholesome family fun that somehow manages to sound like a bachelor party every time it’s mentioned on the radio.

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Hey Keep, up here we have the Great Canadian Beaver Toss. Sounds like fun Cheers! -DC

It’s Tuesday. Somewhere deep in the Midwest, a guy looked at his riding mower and thought, “You know what this needs? More Burt Reynolds energy.” The result is this glorious lawn-cutting tribute to the famous “Bandit” Trans Am, complete with the black-and-gold paint scheme, screaming chicken hood decal, and enough attitude to outrun a county sheriff. This thing doesn’t mow the lawn—it cruises it. You can practically hear it firing up to the tune of “East Bound and Down” before ripping a smoky 3 MPH burnout across the backyard. The only thing missing is a CB radio and a neighbor named Buford T. Justice.

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It’s Monday. We had the heat over the weekend, but we also got a little bit of everything else—some sunshine, plenty of clouds, and even a healthy dose of rain. The rain was definitely needed, so it’s hard to complain too much, even if it put a damper on a few outdoor plans.

The girlfriend was out of town visiting family over the weekend, which left me with a rare stretch of uninterrupted guy time. That meant a healthy mix of gaming, movies, and doing absolutely nothing productive.

One of the movies I finally got around to watching was Longlegs. If you’re into horror and genuinely unsettling films, I can recommend it. It’s equal parts serial killer thriller and nightmare fuel, building a constant sense of dread as an FBI agent hunts a mysterious murderer whose crimes seem to have a supernatural connection. The atmosphere alone is enough to make your skin crawl.

After that, I did a complete 180 and fired up Ford vs Ferrari, which remains one of my favorite car movies. It tells the true story of Ford’s quest to build a race car capable of taking down Ferrari at the 1966 24 Hours of Le Mans. Even if you’re not a racing fan, the performances are excellent and the racing scenes are absolutely worth the price of admission.

The last movie I watched was Send Help, a darkly funny survival thriller that strands an overlooked employee and her obnoxious boss on a deserted island after a plane crash. What starts as a straightforward fight for survival slowly turns into a twisted game of revenge, manipulation, and shifting power dynamics. I’m still a little on the fence about it overall, but it definitely held my attention from beginning to end, which is more than I can say for a lot of movies these days.

Of course, I also caught the NASCAR race from Michigan. Since they regularly flirt with the 200 MPH mark at Michigan International Speedway, there was no shortage of high-speed action, close calls, and wrecked sheet metal. When the dust settled, Denny Hamlin was the last man standing and took home the checkered flag for the second race in a row.

And with that, the weekend is officially in the books. Time to quit screwing around and get back to work.

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