Harold Ross with post-punk vibe in spades.

Dick Cheney is gone, but his passion for human torture will never be forgotten. Here we commemorate his noble attempt to bypass the Geneva Conventions with Torboto, The Robot That Tortures People. -RS #tvfunhouse @nbcsnl.bsky.social youtu.be/nxqapxhOvjg

william balfour ker -- just posting this for no reason

Seems timely.

Prize out.

Bloodbath (1981). 4 1/2 minutes of Super-8 zombie mayhem. After we screened it for my grandmother, she told me she almost got sick, but she was smiling when she said it. Happy Halloween.

Bloodbath (1981). 4 1/2 minutes of Super-8 zombie mayhem. After we screened it for my grandmother, she told me she almost got sick, but she was smiling when she said it. Happy Halloween.

My kind of public sculpture.

Somebody needs to ask Mike Johnson what he had for dinner last night. I bet it was good, and I bet he says he doesn’t remember.

Have you ever been experienced?

At the Big Protest

Blockitty blockitty block.

Everyone in Tucson after a walk in the rain.

Taggers feeling the season.

Right on, kid.

Written on a park bench, written on the sea.

Who you gonna trust, salt from the sea, or what that little girl with the umbrella is doling out?

Heads up. You can never get so high that you touch the sky. But you can get so high that you stand on a rickety chair to fish something off the top of a bookshelf you haven’t dusted in months, maybe years, and halfway through you don’t know why you’re up there, or what anything means any more.

Winning the War on Drugs one 10-foot boat at a time.

Scott Walker is the soundtrack to my apocalypse.

Welcome to the revolution, Costco shopping cart.

Salem, Ohio 1935-1943. Going to try to get to know my grandfather a little better.

Hula bula

I just yelled at a spoon. So that’s where I’m at.

Dreamed I was at a movie theater that served meals and Matthew McConaughey was sitting next to me going on about, “I’m gonna get me a plate of spaghetti with meatballs up to the ceiling.” Thank you.

Park bench, 2025

My voicemail transcriber holds me in contempt.

Grateful they decided to honor tradition.

Grateful they decided to honor tradition.

My voicemail transcriber holds me in contempt.

At Costco today, I overheard one sample distributor say to another, “People are animals,” and I could only wonder at the depths of human behavior they witness.

At Costco today, I overheard one sample distributor say to another, “People are animals,” and I could only wonder at the depths of human behavior they witness.

Every year we gather to sing And the Band Played Waltzing Matilda as veterans of The Battle of Cracker Barrel march by.

Every year we gather to sing And the Band Played Waltzing Matilda as veterans of The Battle of Cracker Barrel march by.

I suppose if we’re going to be living in a dystopian hellscape it might as well be the Godzilla variety.

may lightnings strike me!