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’m Starting to Think I’m the Problem Here

Hal

I’m sitting on the couch watching John Mercer fiddle with his phone, and I’m beginning to understand why some people throw electronics into lakes. He’s been trying to order a new charger for what feels like several hours, although realistically…

I Think Pandora Was Working with John Mercer

Hal

I’m making coffee, and it should be a completely normal morning. Pandora is still asleep, Mr. Whiskers is sitting outside the bedroom complaining like he hasn’t eaten since the Eisenhower administration, and John Mercer is nowhere to be seen. None…

I Knew Something Was Off About Karen’s Car

Hal

I noticed Karen’s car before I even made it through the front doors at work. That probably doesn’t sound important, and under normal circumstances it wouldn’t be, except Karen’s car wasn’t parked where she normally parks it. It was sitting…

I’m Starting to Think Pandora Is Hiding Something

Hal

I was sitting on the couch staring at Mr Whiskers, who had been asleep on my lap long enough for both of my legs to lose circulation. His orange fur looked particularly disheveled today, which probably meant he’d been rolling…

I’m Pretty Sure Pandora Was Sending Me a Signal

Hal

I’m sitting on the couch, trying to focus on my notes for that marketing project I’ve been putting off, but my mind keeps drifting back to something Pandora said earlier about John Mercer leaving his dirty socks on the floor…

I Think She’s Hiding Something Behind That Ponytail

Hal

I’m sitting on the couch trying to focus on my laptop when Mrs. Jenkins’ voice comes booming through the wall from next door. I can’t make out every word, but she’s clearly having some kind of disagreement with her husband,…

I Think John Mercer Saw Something He Shouldn’t Have

Hal

I had just poured myself a cup of coffee when something small caught my attention. Pandora’s favorite mug was sitting on the kitchen counter, still warm, but she wasn’t anywhere in the apartment. We’d talked about having breakfast together before…

I Think Pandora’s Hiding Something in the Wash

Hal

I was sitting on the couch when I noticed Pandora standing in the laundry room with an expression that suggested she was negotiating with the laws of chemistry. She held one of John Mercer’s favorite T-shirts up to the light,…

Dave Might Be a Bigger Problem Than I Thought

Hal

Dave sent me one of the most dangerous text messages in the English language. Need to talk tomorrow. That was it. Four words. No explanation, no context, and not even an emoji to reassure me that everything was fine. I…

I Think Pandora Uncovered Something I Should Know

Hal

I was sitting on the couch watching Mr. Whiskers meticulously groom himself when something started bothering me. It wasn’t anything dramatic. In fact, it was almost disappointingly ordinary. Pandora had come over for dinner the night before, and we’d spent…

My Argument with Pandora Was More Serious Than I Thought

Hal

I was sitting in the living room staring at Pandora’s favorite coffee mug on the coffee table. It was still half full, which immediately caught my attention because Pandora never left coffee unfinished. She always finished every last sip before…

They’re Ignoring Me On Purpose

Hal

I was sitting on the couch trying to answer a message on my phone when Pandora started playing with Mr. Whiskers. She was making ridiculous faces, talking to him in that cheerful voice people instinctively reserve for cats, and Mr.…

I Think Dave’s Secretly Using Our Coffee

Hal

I was making breakfast when I noticed the coffee beans were almost gone. That immediately struck me as suspicious because I could have sworn we’d opened a brand-new bag yesterday. I picked up the container and gave it a hopeful…