“The pursuit of truth, not of facts, is the business of fiction.”

The fuzz guitar version of “Who’s Gonna Mow Your Grass” by Buck Owens is so fucking good!

I was tempted to find if it would work as a seat.

Considering the mood and mindset I woke up in with no input from my telephone, this was VERY reassuring since I was living it already without suggestion. 🙂

Started the vetting process of union print shops in my area that I may want to forge a business relationship with. Sadly there were only 7 total. Makes my job easier I suppose.

Was in bed and eyes closed by 1:30am and woke up at 10:50am.

Maybe I’ll start leaving my phone in the living room at night before bed.

I mean, I’m not out here busking for attention, likes, or follows and most news outlets have gone to such shit that I don’t need to see the latest headlines…

About to try hitting that 11:30pm-1:30am window I aim for going to bed.

Gonna leave my charging phone turned off in the living room on the slow charger.

Will probably have the best night sleep in decades. 😂

Time for this historic lesson of morality to kick into high gear.

Kinda giddy to see how much more this shit show can tolerate in acts of devolved absurdity before critical mass triggers a phenomenon the dullards in the back can fully comprehend.

My bedtime goal is between 11:30pm-1:30am but my optimal sleep is honestly 5am-12pm. If I go to bed then, I wake up at noon fully rested and without an alarm.

Everything else is a struggle and the sleep isn’t as good.

So it goes.

I felt connected to the universe when I realized I was listening to David Peel at 4:20pm and not by my own conscious design.

It’s the little things.

I can’t even fathom being 44 (which I am) and having a 22 year old adult child.

Not knocking it at all - just my brain goes blank trying to conceive me in such a situation.

David Lee Roth doesn’t get enough credit for that swinging dick confidence which allowed him to just go slay something like “Just a Gigolo / I Ain't Got Nobody".

“Crazy From The Heat” is a master-craft in the art of the EP. It is absurdly brilliant.

“Blue Moon” by The Marcels brings me such peace in a way that I can’t explain, but ever since I was little it has made so simply comfortable and assured that I could just let go…

While I am reasonably confident that there is a more bizarre song or two in Elton’s expansive catalog, “Fat Boys and Ugly Girls” has gotta be up there. The song fascinates me both musically and lyrically.

“Partly metal, partly real” sounds like a Tim Robinson lyric.

In all honesty, I’d rather a semi-passionate hipster shopkeep try to gatekeep on me because I hadn’t “earned it” in their eyes rather than paying a streaming company only to provide me with the content I seek behind yet another paywall.

No.

Your clientele is only so stupid, guys.

These days you need to know what streaming conglomerate currently owns the property so you can figure out which streaming service it MIGHT be on and upon checking the 7 streaming services you pay monthly subscriptions for only to find you can spend $5 to “rent” it or it isn’t available at all.

As a lifelong lover of the arts and physical media streaming used to be a nice reference tool for me to easily explore recommendations from friends and independently wander but the more it has expanded the more streaming just feels like gatekeeping.

They snagged their targeted 3am elder millennial demographic. Just sitting up pricing stuff for Sunday’s Beachland Flea. Haven’t seen this show in like 40 years.

A gentle shift in perception has facilitated a freeing drift away from internet-based activities or the need to participate.

Like quietly returning to a 2012 internet. You could waste a day but were only reliant on it as a system of modern societal infrastructure.

It wasn’t your entire world.

I knew right away Passport Photo Service by Philip Sharkey was a book I would enjoy. The fact that two of my most beloved comedy minds shared the consecutive pages like this confirmed my initial feeling.

I feel like cabinet level department heads launching podcasts should be some kind of signal to that community at large, far graver than when the grandparents originally got on Facebook.

But I have never been able to do podcasts so my input is particularly moot in this instance.

So fucking hilariously pathetically predictable.

Analog antenna TV fuzz was far more palatable for suffering through on a windy day than when a digital signal breaks up.

I just want to watch some Antiques Roadshow at 1:30am but I know the experience will only end in frustration, and not in the education or entertainment in which I seek.

“I wouldn't try to own your soul

You can be free

I only want you here each night
Loving me

Will you be staying after Sunday Or go home on Monday?

We gotta let this feeling grow or let it end

You say you care, well if you do Don't ever go, I'm beggin you

Don't let a lonely Monday come again”

For being sunshine pop, The Peppermint Rainbow’s “Will You Be Staying After Sunday” is a pretty emotionally heavy song.

Maybe it is that juxtaposition of emotion that tickles me along with the stellar poppy, driving production work.

I have noticed the more I actively engage kindness & compassion as my default approach to any situation that my general feelings of fear further dissipate. These days I am more fearless than fearful. There is no deficit of anger or rage, it is now reserved simply for self reflection & final options.

The majority of people who were of school age that I have talked to about Challenger shared your experience. I was eating cantaloupe and cottage cheese with my mom. Coincidentally it is what kick started my episodic memory at 4.3 years old.