February can be a tough month. This is particularly true for some of my LPs’ children… and for several of Tarantino’s less elite friends.

The kindergarten admissions cycle was described in certain circles as “brutal.” Words like bloodbath were used. Families having difficult conversations about resilience, rejection and grit. These are important lessons, I’m sure. Fortunately, we did not have to introduce Tarantino (4, gifted) to the concept of rejection this season. And candidly, I don’t anticipate needing to anytime soon. At a certain level of skill and academic prowess, outcomes tend to be… predictable.

T’s interview performance is strong, his cognitive benchmarks are compelling, leadership presence on and off the ice (hockey plays up with U8’s) is SUBSTANTIAL! While our normie friends were workshopping backup options, we were evaluating cultural fit. We had all the options available to us due to T’s academic skills!

Not every child is built for a Tier-1 platform. However, with Tarantino we remain long-term bullish.

I was just at the Ellisons’ house for tea and biscuits, and we were chatting about all the “concerns” surrounding Paramount acquiring Warner Bros. Discovery. Honestly, it’s ridiculous.

This industry hasn’t exactly been a model of operational excellence. Fragmented streaming platforms, bloated cost structures, overlapping libraries — it was artisanal chaos. Now you have serious capital backing a combined content empire with the scale to unify platforms, streamline decision-making, and actually compete globally.

People call it risky. I call it governance.

Regulators will review, pundits will panic, and Twitter will spiral. Meanwhile, the adults will integrate assets, rationalize costs, and build something far larger than the sum of its parts.

Relax.
The deal is fine. The tea was excellent. And the biscuits were very understated.

Two months ago, Tarantino’s toucan Edgar executed what can only be described as a strategic lateral move out of our Palm Springs home… vanishing into the desert sky with zero guidance, zero plan, and maximum panache.

Local news caught wind of the daring escape. Hundreds of miles of mystery flights and bewildered bird watchers later Edgar was located in Vegas where he was gently restrained and reunited with his handler back at the Palm Springs house.

Now, most people see this and think, “That’s a runaway bird.” I see a lesson in optionality.

Edgar didn’t just escape. He expanded his TAM (Total Avian Market), explored adjacent ecosystems, and came back home with fresh insights. He is living proof that sometimes the optimal path isn’t linear- it’s just wherever the wind happens to take you.

In an era where everyone is optimizing for efficiency, Edgar optimized for experience. It may not be the conventional route, but it sure makes for a great story.

Here’s to bold moves, surprise sightings, and triumphant returns. Please note- Edgar is now has a backpack he wears at all time with an AirTag in it.