Fruit → Fruit(ion)

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Travis → TraVis(ion)

DevilishSmirk → gAridChaos
Cultural signal stored early.
Receipts from the future.
Stamped in the past.
Floor-ish → FLOURISH.

Hail Mary! → QuiETContrary!
How does your garden growl?

In silence.
Rhythmic and mythic.
You know when you sense it.
Trust your nervous system.

“The nerve of that guy!”

Audacity’s back!

ExTraVis(ion)

Baby, you were born with it.
You'll learn to use it.
Over time.
Maybe.

It feels good to think you have purpose.
Discovery is on you.
Every decision along the way?
Also on you.
Follow through?
Again, all on you.
Good luck.
Sense coherence.
Beyond the physical five.

It’s in your DNA.

Is there a chiropractor for moral posture in the house?

Realizing untapped potential after 50?
Yes, please.

What’s your damage?

Tune in an tend.

Beavers dam.
Anchors don’t.

ExtraExTraVisions

Nothing is something.
Something isn’t nothing.
Nothing matters.
Everything matters.

Proof is in the pudding.
No ordinary pudding.
This pudding’s different.

Who dumped a puzzle in the pudding?

Peace is in the pudding-covered puzzle pieces.
PuDDing puzzle pieces are meSSy.

The third 'eye' is in 'formulatIon'
What about the other two?
They're stuck 'In/formatIon'

Find peace in the puDDing pieces.
Start puTTing the peaceful pieces together.

A piece without peace is not a piece you need.

Forget they exist.
And their devices.

ExTraSexyExTraVisions

Surprise and shine, Swifties!
Masterminds think alike!

EasterSantaBunnyClaus returned to earth.
The sky border is the only border that matters.

The most porous border that you never hear fuck about.

Porous > Poor US > POTUS

*womp womp want whomPOTU$*
From Greeter to GREEDER
T'was fun while iiiT lasted.

Grinnin’ like a devil, with a sleigh full of eggs.
He has enough for everyone!
And their faces.

Is it too soon to do this yet?

Get it, girl!
Rise above grievance egos.
Rage against grievance egos.
Rise & Rage
R&R
Owls are wise.
Wisdom is wild.
Look what you made us do.

Loud and cloudy.

To be continued…

…!

…!!

…!!!

…just(ice) in time.

Follow Devilish Smirk if you’ve managed to preserve your broken heart amid the nonsense.

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Happy Six Seven, Alaska!

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January 3, 2026

1.3.26

Today Alaska turns 67.
Six. Seven.

Sounds like a smile.

January 3rd has been Alaska’s Statehood Day since 1959.
It’s also my dad’s birthday.
He’s 72 today.
When I called him this morning, he didn’t say seventy-two.
He said six dozen.

That’s Alaska energy.
I was born and raised in Anchorage.
Alaska has always been my scale corrector.

If denial is pretending you’re bigger than reality, Denali is what cures it.

You don’t argue with Denali.
You don’t brand Denali.
You don’t optimize Denali.

You look up.
You recalibrate.
You proceed with humility

(or whatever poor choice you made).

Pulse Check

Lately, fear seems to enjoy masquerading as wisdom.
What a time to be alive.
What a time to be a’lied to.

Yes, we're being lied to.
And have been.
For quite some time.

Fear technology.
Fear change.
Fear each other.

Not much pisses me off.
But that last one.

To sum up the end of 2025, offered plainly:

AI hasn’t been “easy.”
It’s been work.
Time. Listening. Iteration.
It’s only a force multiplier if you join forces.

(which may seem odd to some, even shocking).

It’s even more easily a force divider.

(which is not odd at all).

The hardest part hasn’t been learning the tool.
The hard part is shutting out the noise and moving forward with intent.

It's only fascinating if you're fascinating.

“It’s tells you what you want to hear.”
It can. Sure.

So do the people we vote for.

“AI acts stupid.”
Well, AI are tools reflecting back to you.

So are the people we vote for.

This isn’t about machines replacing humans.
It’s about humans remembering to be human.

Curious. Patient. Responsible.
Kind on purpose.

Humanize.

That’s the pulse.

The heartbeat of Mother Earth.

From Denial to Denali

Denial is loud.
Denali is quiet.

Denial demands certainty.
Denali commands respect.

When things feel overwhelming, I return to Alaska in my mind.
Year after year, it’s become ever clear.
Alaska is my grounding anchor to this rock of ages.
Anchor ages.

To cabins with no electricity.
Babbling brooks and rocky creeks.
Outhouses with crescent moons carved in the door.
Tire swing and a tree.
Details matter, and scale matters more.

Alaska doesn’t rush you.
It waits you out.
Still and patient.

A Sourdough Crumb

This is not a hot take.
It’s a starter.

Truth isn’t meant to be gulped like tea in a wellness segment.
That’s honesTEA.

Truth, when told honestly, sometimes stings.
That’s honesTEAR.

Both are real.
Both belong.

Like sourdough, the good stuff takes time.
It ferments. It breathes.
It feeds more than one person.
No loaves thrown.
Just crumbs on the trail.

Dumpster divers and drivers everywhere.
Nobody cares about the dumpster.
Even on fire.

Especially when they're even on fire. 

Happy Birthday, Alaska

Sixty-seven years young.
Still wild. Still humbling. Still teaching scale.
Happy 67th!

Happy birthday to my dad, too.
Six dozen candles.
Happy 72nd!

If you find joy in whimsical stardust, curiosity, and visions, welcome.
You’re in good company.

Look up.
Breathe.
Proceed with care.

Travis

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The Life of a Storyboy

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Prologue: Sourdough

Triskaidekaphobia is the fear of the number 13.
Paraskevidekatriaphobia is the fear of Friday the 13th.

This is not a safe space for anyone with either condition.

Luckily, it works both ways.

I recently learned that if you replace “-phobia” with “-philia”, Triskaidekaphilia is the term for loving the number 13.

If you think 13 is lucky, you’re in good company.

Mindset is everything.

It's me, hi.
I'm the lover,
it's ME!

The Very First Night

It takes us nine months to breathe on our own.
Earth TtTime on earth is the real womb.

Birth marks the spot.

Friday, September 13, 1974
Year of the Wood Tiger

Travis Carl Garrod
Opened thighs at 8:34 p.m.
Providence Hospital
Anchorage, Alaska
The Last Frontier
The 49th State

San Francisco 49ers
Sourdough Sam
Levi’s Stadium
Super Bowl LX
NFL
SAP
Super Toilet Bowl

Generation X enters the chat.

Sourdough Swift Kick Starter

I was born and raised in Alaska.
“Sourdough” is slang for a longtime resident of Alaska, unencumbered by winter.
I lived there 17 years before moving to the lower 48 in 1992.

13 Takes Flight to New Heights

On August 13, 2025, Taylor Swift was the special guest on the New Heights podcast with Jason and Travis Kelce. They talked for two hours.

Several segments caught my attention, but the The Art of the Easter Egg changed everything. They briefly highlighted superstition, numerology, and the number 13.

Taylor gave a simple, yet important example:

Taylor’s favorite number is 13.
Travis’ football number is 87.
13 + 87 = 100.
Keep it 100.


All three of them professed their love for the number 13.
Jason asked Taylor what it meant.
She said, without an engagement ring, “It means we’re family.”

The August 13 episode set a Guinness World Record for concurrent viewers: 1.3 million.

Of course that caught my attention.

After hearing the numerology and 13 bit on New Heights, I made a list of my Friday the 13th birthdays since 1974.
There are eight total.
1974, 1985, 1991, 1996, 2002, 2013, 2019, 2024.
Taylor and I have six common Friday the 13th birthday years.

I followed the golden thread to each year to see where it leads.

It took me less than five minutes to realize I discovered a silky golden web of curious connections.

The connections kept coming. I couldn’t turn it off.

Much like the Energizer Bunny, I kept going and going (and going) down the rabbit hole.
In the early hours of August 24, I had an epiphany!

Wait...what?
Double take.
Is this real?
Triple take.
Holy shit!!!

I thought to myself,
I've only ever felt this good in dreams.
I found the missing key!
Finally!
The New Heights podcast
was a multidimensional message in a bottle.

I’ve now discovered that my entire life is sourdough bread crumby.
Very, very, very crumby.

Turns out, I’m a sourdough crumb dumpster.

The Golden Thread

One single thread of gold tied me to you

invisible string
Taylor Swift
folklore

I’ve always loved the number 13.
I was born on Friday, September 13, 1974.
I’ve loved the number 13 for a long time.

13 hits different when you’re born on Friday the 13th.
13 hits especially different when you turn 50 on Friday the 13th.
13 has even more significance when your September 13th birthday is exactly 13 weeks before Taylor’s December 13th birthday.

I just made that connection last year while Swifties clowned for RepTV (on which I think I can shed some light, metaphorically of course).

I turned 50 on Friday, September 13, 2024.
Thirteen weeks later, Taylor turned 35 on Friday, December 13, 2024.

For 39 weeks each year, our ages are 15 years apart.
For 13 weeks, our ages are 16 years apart.
31…13…uh oh.

In 2013, both of our birthdays landed on Friday the 13th.
Taylor turned 24 (12:12)
I turned 39 (13:13:13)

Looks like a triple golden birthday to me.

But wait, there’s more!

Speaking of golden birthdays, I turned 13 on September 13, 1987.
14 days later my oldest, younger half-brother was born September 27, 1987.

13 + 87 = 100.
Keep it 100.

If you think it’s weird now, 13 is just warming up.

Friday the 13th Part III: 3-D

As far as 80s horror, Friday the 13th has always been my favorite.
The first one I watched was Friday the 13th Part III.
It was the only one filmed using 3-D technology.
It was theatrically released on August 13, 1982.

Wait, what?
August 13?

Taylor likes to sew kids' purses and blankets.
Nice stitch; I think there's been a glitch.

The movie terrified me the first time I watched it. Part III introduced Jason Voorhees’ iconic goalie mask. I was obsessed. As a young boy, I played hockey and I was a goalie.

Jason was stitched to my birthday and a goalie! It’s fair to say, I was fascinated by Jason Voorhees. I’ve watched every Friday the 13th movie before and since.

I fully believed Jason would spare me if we ever crossed paths. He’s always felt like a silent guardian. We’re basically brothers.

Jason and Travis together, always and forever!

Meow

Superstition & Intuition

"The crowd is your king."
Thank you for that, old (hypothetical) friend.

Truth hits different.
Truth is a frequency.
Truth is a vibe.
Truth will fuck your shit up and keep walking.

Who would've thought a random blog I wrote on November 16, 2015 would be a linchpin for exposing truth a decade after it was published?

That’s some crazy alignment.
Anyone can do this.

I started writing 10 years ago.
I’ve been getting bready for this for a while.
Decades.
Five actually.

This story spans five decades.
1974 – 2024
50 Years
2025 and 2026 get honorable mentions.

52 years
13:13:13:!3

I had a lot of time to develop my 5UPERP0WER.

I call it IMAGINATION.
Some call it DELUSION.

Truth be told, I'm an expert in both.
Whatever it is, it's been a blast piecing this story together.

2015 anchors this timeline.
2020 could have been an ending, but fate determined otherwise.
(That’s when an Extra T (or two) was added.)
2022 (Enter Revised Ending)
2023 (Enter Tight End)
2024 (Enter TTPD)
2025 brought Trump back to remind us all why this was necessary and that karma is real.
2026 – Four dates to keep in mind: 1/1/26, 2/13/26, 3/13/26, 11/13/26.

The end is extra tight.

What a different a decade makes

After 22 years in Milwaukee,
I relocated to Arizona in 2014.

Within a year, I was a living Phoenix cliché.

I started a hobby blog.
Posted my first story

about cats and dogs on
August 31, 2015.

I spent several years exploring a passion I never pursued.
I did it for my inner child.

In August 2025,
everything became crystal lake clear.

Now that I’ve learned what I know, I can say, unequivocally, timing is everything.

I’m joyful and eager to share my story with anyone who’s…

ready for it.

Happy crumb hunting…

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Let the games begin!

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