According to Clash of the Titans, if you need to sacrifice a betrothed virgin to the Kraken in order to save your city, today is the day to do it.

0700 hours, 062026, Bde Maka Ska, Uptown Minneapolis; photos by me. "You float your way, and we'll float ours."

I’m no doctor, but I’d swear he’s got one cankle in the grave...

"...WINNING a peace prize..."

Sure, it's still a reflecting pool...if you're Kermit the Frog, the Martian Manhunter, or the Incredible Hulk.

'And The Beat Goes On, or An Apt Metaphor':

"No--none of us will be going to Trump's..."

When o when is someone finally going to create and sell freshly-cut-grass-scented cologne?

Perhaps if San Antonio had changed its NBA team name to the Bone Spurs...

The ghost of John Adams is mortified by Mount Rushmore...and John Quincy isn’t too happy, either.

June 16, 1972--Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders From Mars arrive on Planet Earth:

If push came to shove, Michelle Obama could make Josh Hokit tap out like a prison bitch.

The party of personal responsibility, lady and genlemens:

PRO TIP: if you're going to paint your fingernails black for the first time in two years, check your supply of polish remover beforehand.

Whenever I hear that the Anti-President just turned 80 years old, why am I reminded of the ancient Greek aphorism "Only the good die young"..?

If ever you want to cheese off someone who needs cheesing off, the next time you hear someone refer to “European football,” answer with, “Oh, you mean SOCCER?”

Thank you, Northern Lights Wrestling, for not forgetting:

Hmmm--'sbeen a while...

me-writin; beware the rebel loon!

Upon viewing the Supergirl movie trailer, I am reminded that the very first marquee character I wrote for DC Comics was fraggin' Lobo. And if you don't like that, "Bite me, fanboy!"

As a fan of the ‘90s radio program Love Line, I’m saddened by what Adam Carolla and Doctor Drew have become.

This Saturday, forget-me-not; belltime is 6p; original photo by John Swag On Wheels Olson.

This Saturday, forget-me-not; belltime is 6p; original photo by John Swag On Wheels Olson.

Whenever anyone gets lippy with me, I answer, "I may be retired from professional wrestling, but I'm not THAT retired."

SPiDERBABY SOLO CAMP VI: Return to William O'Brien State Park; photos by me. Firewood for giants, firewood for twerps.

SPiDERBABY SOLO CAMP VI: Return to William O'Brien State Park; photos by me. Wood tick before and wood tick after--before and after what, I wouldn't want to say.

SPiDERBABY SOLO CAMP VI: Return to William O'Brien State Park; photos by me. Like the eponymous Linda Lavin TV series, Lake Alice has been canceled.

0622 hours, 060626, Cedar Lake Point Beach, Minneapolis; photo by me. Alpha suntauri.

SPiDERBABY SOLO CAMP VI: Return to William O'Brien State Park; photos by me. There's a story here...but I'm smart enough not to ask about it.

SPiDERBABY SOLO CAMP VI: Return to William O'Brien State Park; photo by me. A shy dryad hides behind her spider web veil.

Nature, boy.

🏳️‍⚧️NEW POD ALERT🏳️‍⚧️ Hello, Lovelies! We kick off Pride Month by welcoming back @kiddbanditpro.bsky.social to talk @t4twrestle.bsky.social! She & @wonderboyotm.bsky.social chat its development, nurturing new queer & trans performers through the boot camp, its July 3 debut, retirement & more! 🔗⬇️

My very first solo camp took place exactly one year ago when I was bugged by various bugs and when I was freaked out by lying on the same level as skittering rodents. Lessons learned and applied: a one-person mosquito net set up atop an outdoor cot. More by-me-photos to come...

Please help if you can:

Well, then--I may live 212 years:

Batman reminds you: love is love, and crimefighting is crimefighting...

You know you're toxic when the lead singer of Poison backs out of your event.

Lavender Magazine me-writin' trifecta, Part 3:

Lavender Magazine me-writin' trifecta, Part 2:

Lavender Magazine me-writin' trifecta, Part 1:

0609 hours, 050126, Grandview Cemetery, Hopkins, MN; photo by me. Subtlety.

0830ish 043026, 050726, 051426, 052126; Downtown Minneapolis; photos by me. Spring has sprung.

Today is Miles Davis's 100th Birthday:

Nothing sickens me like the term "Memorial Day Sale."

Harry Enten: Steve Kornacki with a little Steve Kornacki added.