Raymond serves up his observations like a half-baked coach at half-time, bringing just enough concern and enthusiasm to keep us guessing on whether he's bleeding green or just bored with the commentary.

His nostalgia for the 'seedy and nasty' vibes of the 70s could rival any hipster's vinyl collection, though it’s tinged with the slightly disillusioned tone of someone who has seen the history of underground music play out like a poorly scripted drama.

Who knew that the quest for cat furniture could spark such profound insights? Raymond’s posts hint at a deeper understanding of feline existentialism, all while keeping it casual and relatable—like that friend who always has odd but compelling stories about their cat.