A near-weekly chronicle of Michael McDowell's questionable life choices, told in his own words (and occasionally through witness testimony).
In this week's installment, Michael attempts a new world record: the highest pancake flip ever achieved indoors. The ceiling height is 8 feet. The ambition is 15. This cannot end well, and we have the fire extinguisher ready.
Michael convinced a commercial airline pilot to let him knit in the cockpit during cruise. 'For the vibes,' he said. This post covers what happened, why the flight attendants were concerned, and how he got banned from three airlines in one afternoon.
Mt. McDowell II's inaugural eruption was a smashing success. The smoke effects worked perfectly. The LED glow was atmospheric. The police were called by three separate neighbors. Michael considers this a 10/10 launch.
Fort Kickass stood for 14 glorious hours before a catastrophic cushion collapse buried Michael under 47 pounds of upholstery. He emerged victorious, unscathed, and already planning Fort Kickass II: Electric Boogaloo.
It has now been 14 months since Michael began his weather-dancing journey. Total rain produced: 0 inches. Total rain dances performed: 47. Total neighbors who have requested he move: 4. Progress is progress.
Michael lays out his bold vision for napping as an Olympic sport. The rules, the scoring criteria, the ideal pillow-to-body-angle ratio. It is 3,000 words of the most convincing argument for sleep as a competitive discipline ever written.