Hi Darling Ones, I don’t know where you are, but here in Minnesota it is the worst kind of ass out. The temperature is 92º, the humidity is 55%, and the dewpoint is 74º. We are living in satan’s butthole and it is 0% fun. This weather is makes me cranky even from the relative comfort of my air conditioned home. I don’t know how people who have been alive for the past forty-nine years can deny climate change. HOW?!…
Hey Darling Ones, This blog will be twenty-one years old in six days. Send me bourbon. I’m having a lot of feelings and thoughts about this event that I’m hoping will coalesce into something I can write about by July 31st. I mention this because I’m gonna say some things about The Replacements today and when I first thought about what I wanted to write I was all, JESUS CHRIST, what more could you possibly have to say about the…
Well, Darling Ones, Today I’ve been unable to out run the vague feeing of unrest/out-of-sortsness that has been plaguing the last few weeks. I’m blaming the current unease on the weather and bad air and the fact that I made the mistake of listening to NPR while running errands yesterday. The Current lured me in with Japanese Breakfast’s “Savage Good Boy”* and then hit me with all of the doom and most of the gloom. Have you heard the news…
Hi Darling Ones, A lot of my friends laugh when I tell them the exact last time I got shit-faced drunk. It was the night in August 2008 when Barack Obama accepted the democratic party’s nomination for president. For some reason I decided that would be a good occasion to drink a lot of gin and then type words to the Internet. It was not pretty and point I confessed to twitter that I was eating lunch meat out of…
Greetings & Salutations Darling Ones, Today as I was languidly popping another cherry into my mouth I casually thought, When I look back on July 2021 I’m gonna remember eating cherries almost every day.* Even before I had totally finished the thought I was interrupting myself, No, I’m gonna remember how smart I sound at work all the time now. Which sounds arrogant, but is not an exaggeration. It seems as though languishing creatively for six or so months has…
Hi Darling Ones, When I woke up at the crack of 9:54 a.m this morning I did not leap from bed in a panic for sleeping so late. I did not bounce joyfully out of the covers refreshed and eager to seize the day. Instead, I turned on Lucy Dacus’ new record VBS and laid in bed watching the blurry ceiling fan spin around and around. I refused to put on my glasses and wake up my eyes in case…