This is especially sad for the people from the various history chats whose phone numbers I have who will now have suffer my nonsense more immediately.

I would have walked into Lake Michigan last night if that happened with Giannis instead.

See you in Istanbul for Christmas 2025

Weimar is the obvious answer, but that was too depressing, so I’ve moved to late 50s/early 60s US counterculture. Maybe we can get the anti-war movement right this time.

Although right now I’m still in election mode so I am reading Jill LePore’s If Then about the Simulmantics Corp.

Being bad at my job is exactly the same as 9/11.

If it does make you rich, I’d be a good butler.

No kidding. The (even more) gentrified version of twitter is boring as hell. Who wants to live in the digital suburbs?

And?

I don’t know if anyone else has told you, but your mirror appears to be a little short. (Perhaps designed by a Dracula.)

Planning a Peter Watkins Weekend aka watching two movies over two days.

Flashback to when Milwaukee was labeled the “best-governed city in the U.S.” in 1936

Time Magazine called socialist Mayor Daniel Hoan, then 20 years in office, “one of the nation’s ablest public servants”

Computer guys used to be proper weirdos trying to map order onto the chaos of existence but now they are folks who heard you could make a lot of money coding.

Anyways, yeah, sorry, my theory is that The Beatles are dying in order of talent.

A guy retiring brought this in for my office neighbor whose son loves space stuff.

Only for Americans. Pizza Hut has the other continents.

I am always saying that about you.

Did y’all know that if you get yourself an old 12 gallon pail, the 30lb birdseed mix at Costco fits just about perfectly. I mean, you really have to scrub the calcium hypochlorite out first.

If only we still had local pennysavers from which to hire locally sourced discount butlers.

Too many effs (or sees for you lot) out there today.

Boy, it is hot as Todd out there today.

Cats were terrified last night, but finally fell asleep holding hands.

Arguably, Joel Goldsmith’s finest score.

Chipped munk.

They do say.

Early morning sewer raccoons.