I appreciate a good rabbit hole, after going down it.

Albert Hibbler was an unfortunate name for a jazz singer during the war years.

Ace Face

Funny writers/books more people should know of. I’ll start: Agnes Owens

In the Gilligan’s Island episode “Gilligan Meets Jungle Boy,” which I’m currently watching, we not only get a Disney-era Kurt Russell as said boy, we get Skipper & Gilligan inhaling gas from the ground and stumbling around, ripped to the tits. A profound influence on me back in the day.

In the Gilligan’s Island episode “Gilligan Meets Jungle Boy,” which I’m currently watching, we not only get a Disney-era Kurt Russell as said boy, we get Skipper & Gilligan inhaling gas from the ground and stumbling around, ripped to the tits. A profound influence on me back in the day.

When you hit a certain age, the clickbait ages with you.

Healthy pair. The dog was not amused.

I know from experience that a Costco sample lady will chew you a new one if you swoop in from the wrong angle.

I briefly wrote ad copy for this guy who had an rv dealership, and was so convinced that cigarettes would be banned that he built a climate-controlled bunker and hoarded cartons of them with the intention of cornering a future market.

I don’t know about your town, but we are getting inundated with the weirdest law firm local tv ads. Way weirder than usual.

England’s Newest Hit Makers

Watching that RFKjr/Kid Rock workout video is like the episode where Fred Mertz tries the vibrating belt machine. For all my older homies.

Watching that RFKjr/Kid Rock workout video is like the episode where Fred Mertz tries the vibrating belt machine. For all my older homies.

If none of you are going to skate to the ecstasy of gold from the good the bad and the ugly, then I will, dammit.

My inner-literary nerd sure felt that skier who threw his poles and walked off into the forest. Walser, maybe. Bernhard too.

England’s Newest Hit Makers

Six crosses, winter maintenance.

Announcer #1: his grandfather died during the opening ceremonies so he’s skiing with a heavy heart. Announcer #2: And a heavy edge! Whoa! Wow!

Still life.

Just want to read interviews with American actors who worked in Italian cinema during the 60s and 70s.

The Olympic drones are creepy and dystopian.

Just realized the last time I was out in public and screaming “you fools!” in my head it was actually at the top of my lungs.

Please join our office softball team, AI Age-Smoothed Celebrities.

Vampire teeth are out early.

You know, all your online gambling ads do is make me wonder if everyone is giving 100%.

During the 70s you heard a lot of drunk announcers. Not so much now, but I think it’s making a comeback.

Albums/songs the got played to death on the radio during my teens (no comment on quality, only frequency): Frampton Comes Alive Boston Band on the Run/Live & Let Die (tie) Angie

More like E. fucking T.

Why aren’t they using the Nino Rota music? Licensing?

Our dog is cutting farts like something out of Lovecraft.

Going to see a whole lot of movie reviewers arrested in the next few days, I reckon.

Goodbye, legend.

My heart is broken.

Horse country weighs in.

Two good people dying broke the right.

Timeline cleanse. Also, Bongo says fuck ICE, fuck the border patrol, and be good to your community.

I shit my pants at See’s Candies. That’s it, that’s the poem.

Rise up now, my fellow apes.

Them regular trademark.

This place kicks ass.

Coyote at the crossroads.

abolish James Carville.

Ok, I did it. I got high on Tide PODS.