Author: Hal

I’m Hal, a satirical columnist with a deep appreciation for life’s everyday absurdities. My work focuses on the small moments we all experience—the awkward pauses, the misunderstood text messages, the unnecessary meetings, the silent battles with technology—and examines them with just enough exaggeration to make them worth laughing about. I’ve always believed that humor works best when it feels familiar. The most ridiculous situations are often the ones we quietly accept as normal: the group chat that suddenly goes silent, the printer that jams only when you’re in a hurry, the confident declaration of “I’m fine” that convinces absolutely no one. These are the moments I explore, not because they’re dramatic, but because they’re universal. My writing blends observational humor with a steady, slightly over-serious tone. I enjoy treating trivial inconveniences as if they deserve thoughtful commentary—because sometimes the best way to cope with modern life is to analyze it just enough to see how strange it really is. Whether I’m writing about relationships, workplace dynamics, technology frustrations, or the theatrical nature of politics, the goal is always the same: find the shared human experience and give it a gentle nudge toward the absurd. I don’t aim to mock people. I aim to highlight patterns—those familiar, relatable quirks in how we think, communicate, and occasionally overreact. If you’ve ever rehearsed a conversation in your head that never happened, refreshed your email more times than necessary, or taken a minor inconvenience personally, you’ll probably recognize yourself somewhere in these pages. Humor doesn’t have to shout to be effective. Sometimes it just needs to observe carefully, exaggerate slightly, and trust the reader to connect the dots. Thanks for reading. — Hal Larious

I Think Pandora’s Plate Is Sending a Message

Hal

I’m standing in the kitchen, sipping on a lukewarm coffee, and I notice that Pandora’s plate is still clean from breakfast. She usually leaves it in the sink or puts it in the dishwasher, but this morning it’s just sitting…

I’m Starting to Think 6:45 Means Something

Hal

For the past week, Pandora has been getting out of bed at exactly 6:45 every morning, and I realize there are people who will hear that sentence and wonder why I care. Those people have clearly never lived with Pandora.…

I Think Someone Changed the Bread Without Telling Me

Hal

I’m making breakfast when I notice the toast is thicker than usual. Not dramatically thicker. Nobody else would walk into the kitchen, look at these two slices of toast, and immediately conclude that something had changed. But I make toast…

I’m Starting to Think Mr Whiskers is Not Asleep

Hal

I’m sitting in the living room watching Pandora type away on her laptop. She’s been working on the same project for weeks, and I can tell she’s getting frustrated because every few minutes she stops, stares at the screen, sighs,…

I Think Karen and Dave Are Hiding Something from Me

Hal

I’m watching Pandora make breakfast, her hands moving efficiently as she cracks eggs into a pan. It’s one of those moments where everything feels normal, but my mind starts to wander. I notice the way Mr Whiskers is sitting on…

I Think I’ve Been Ignoring Pandora’s Subtle Cues

Hal

I’ve been noticing that Pandora’s been leaving her lunch in the fridge longer than usual. Yesterday I found a piece of week-old pizza wrapped in foil behind the orange juice, and this morning there was a carton of Chinese takeout…

I Think John Mercer Said Something to Upset Her

Hal

Pandora was eating cereal too quietly. I noticed this at approximately eight-twenty in the morning while standing at the kitchen counter making toast, and I realize there are people who will argue that cereal does not have an appropriate volume.…

I Knew Something Was Off About That Shopping List

Hal

The shopping list was attached to our refrigerator with a magnet shaped like a slice of pizza, which immediately raised a question because it wasn’t our shopping list. I noticed it while getting a glass of water sometime after breakfast.…

I Think Pandora Knows More Than She’s Letting On

Hal

I noticed the gnome at eight-fifteen in the morning, although in fairness I had no reason to be looking at it. Mrs Jenkins keeps several garden gnomes among the flowers outside her apartment near the shared courtyard, and over time…

My Cat Is Conspiring Against Me I’m Sure of It

Hal

I had been watching Mr Whiskers for eleven minutes when I realized that, from his perspective, I was probably the suspicious one. He was sitting on the far end of the couch grooming the same patch of fur behind his…

I Was Right, Just Not About Any of the Evidence

Hal

After the coffee creamer situation, I had made a decision. I was going to stop investigating things. This was not an admission that there had been nothing to investigate. I want that distinction clearly understood. The coffee creamer had been…

Mr Whiskers Knew Something I Didn’t Yesterday Morning

Hal

Yesterday morning started with an empty coffee creamer container and Mr Whiskers yelling at me from the kitchen, which, in retrospect, should have been enough warning that the day was going somewhere unpleasant. I was standing in front of the…

I Think Pandora Is Hiding Something In The Coffee Creamer

Hal

I was watching Pandora make breakfast when I noticed that she had left the cap off the coffee creamer. Under ordinary circumstances, this would not qualify as an event. It probably wouldn’t even qualify as an observation worth remembering. Pandora…

I Think John Mercer Is Rubbing Off On Her

Hal

I’ve been noticing that Pandora keeps leaving her phone charger on the kitchen counter lately. It’s a small thing, and under normal circumstances I probably wouldn’t even notice it, but Pandora usually puts things away when she’s finished with them.…

I’m Starting to Think Mr Whiskers Knows More

Hal

I’m lying on the bed watching Pandora do her hair in front of the dresser when I notice Mr Whiskers sitting beside her, staring at the floor. Normally this wouldn’t concern me. Cats stare at things. I’ve accepted that. They…