Why I’m Mad at Dave Grohl

Hello Darling Ones, I have some weird, vague beef with Dave Grohl of rock & roll superstar mega fame. If you don’t know who that is, I’m not going to explain it you can skip this one. The information will not be on the final. Why do I have weird, vague beef with Dave Grohl? I don’t know. It’s something I cannot elucidate. His universal belovedness is, as the youth say, sus to me. Because I am curious I dove…

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Keep That Pretty, Little Trap Shut

Hi Darling Ones, My Valentine’s Day gift arrived yesterday. It’s so perfect and thoughtful I got the heart-eyes. Someone is totally getting lucky this weekend. It’s me! I bought myself my second favorite Paul Westerberg album and, my very favorite Grandpaboy record I suppose. It’s a double LP of “Stereo/Mono” which came out in 2002 (ugh, 20 years ago), but didn’t come out on vinyl until 2019. It was a Record Store Day release, I believe. I forgot how much…

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My Soul Doesn’t Pay the Mortgage & Other Vital Updates

Dear Darling Ones, These are vital updates I would have made throughout past week or so if I weren’t so busy making the dollars. The worst thing I do to my creative practice is trying to complete all the paying work before I do the stuff that pays my soul. Such is life, I guess. My soul doesn’t pay the goddamn mortgage around here. Speaking of making the dollars. . . I had a Zoom meeting with a potential new…

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Those 6,116 Times Meant Nothing

Hi Darling Ones, I’ve probably listened to the song “Kiss on My List” by Hall & Oates about 6,116 times in my life. Hall & Oates were very big when I was in elementary school. I’m sure I’ve spent at least 6 hours of my life roller skating to “Private Eyes.” At least. For sure I have listened to “Kiss on My List” at least 36 times this year, because I need to listen to it once a day or…

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I Do Appreciate Your Being ‘Round

Dear Darling Ones, I promise not to turn this into a blog about The Windmill Fundraiser. However, I have some more things to say. When I was down with the COVID I had a discussion with someone about how I much I hated to ask for help. I thought this discussion happened in the comments here, but I can’t find it. It might have occured in my imagination. That happens sometimes. The woman I had the discussion with was all,…

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Help Us Get Their Feet Back on the Ground

Hello Darling Ones, I’m not quite sure where to begin. This is gonna be a heavy one and I’m gonna cry while writing it, and that’s on top of already crying roughly 48* times today. Okay, here’s a good place to begin. I want to tell you three things about my BFK (Best Friend Kari). She was the very first person I ever called using a cellphone. I love her so much I went to see the band Train with…

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