I think there was a remix album afterwards but that was it. The guitar player does some cool solo stuff too: siemreapholdingco.bandcamp.com/album/now-what
Posts by Brian Tunney
It is still one of my favorite screams.
Is that Jeffrey Epstein he's healing?
Rediscovering my favorite Lake Ronkonkma area synth pop band this morning. Coincidentally, they're called My Favorite: www.youtube.com/watch?v=9wiJ...
The dream stayed with him.
You are never going to convince me that something called "Huel" is good for me to drink.
My rule of thumb is simple: never combine grandfather names for any food name: "Hugh" and "Abel" would agree.
I keep hoping spellcheck makes it Netanyahoo.
I'm not usually the butt of the joke. I'm usually the face of the joke. -Michael Scott
This warms my soul!
I've done over 430 without fathering anyone, beat that!
Also, I realize this is a fictional war film from the mid '80s, but all of it feels wrong now.
This is what 10 year old brian was watching on cable TV when I first became acquainted with the name Chuck Norris. In my adult brain, I had kinda transformed this memory into urban lore, but no, it actually exists: www.youtube.com/watch?v=fmAm...
This Goo Goo Dolls trend may be the death of hope inside of me.
Every podcast I listen to (aside from Malcolm Gladwell) either circles around the pitfalls of living and driving around in Los Angeles, or how things were before Instagram.
The Toquilla straw construction cooled me, the artisan-made cow leather hatband held tight as I wandered the land of the equator.
Alone but not at night.
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What the local guides don’t tell you about is the sun. As I traversed the Andean Highlands, I wiped my brow, and thanked the Incan sun god for remembering to pack my Ecuadorian Wide-Brim Fedora.
They tell you certain things before you wander.
“Don’t walk alone at night in Quito.”
“Beware the craters of the Quilotoa region.”
“The repe lojano, a soup made of green bananas, it’s an acquired taste.”
Life is different now. In America. There’s less rain, less searching.
My faint reminder of a previous chapter; the Working-Class Irish Pub Shirt, available in kelly green, navy, black, and white, sizes small through XX large.
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Sure, I spent a night in Dublin. Many more in Belfast.
I wrote, I painted, I drifted.
Sometimes, when the days blurred to night, I’d walk the city streets, in search of a pint.
But that was a long time ago.
By 11, he had retreated to him room. As I motioned towards the elevator, the client sent a text message.
“You up for tennis in an hour?”
Luckily, I packed my trusted Wilson in my Buffalo Leather Tennis Duffle Bag.
I let him win, 40-love. I landed the client.
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It started as a simple business trip. The job: land the client.
Simple enough. We started in the morning, casually at breakfast. Said client had eggs, hash browns, coffee, a few strips of bacon. We talked, we loosened up, we appeared to like each other.
New extremely uncomfortable feeling unlocked: dry needling into a very tight tibialis anterior muscle.
Places where I have monthly accounts that charge me at 12:01 am on the first of the month irritate me. Wait til 12:36 am so I feel like an afterthought.
Image of Messthetics record
This was a necessary listen this morning.
We have a future?
Great record!
Nazi punks fuck off… after the check clears
Future footwear review: I couldn’t get my battery-powered footwear off in time and ended up peeing all over the house.