Amongst the many things I’d do if I had a time machine, one is:

Go watch about half a game at Wrigley now, then immediately hop in and go watch one from around the first time I went to one in person (1992). Just to see all the differences in the game, the ballpark, the crowd, and the neighborhood.

This fella who keeps on winning Jeopardy games is way smarter than I am.

Apparently I am “I wish we got a new Wordle at noon *and* midnight” years old.

I wanna go to two rodeos, just so I can tell ever single person at the second one “you know, this ain’t my first rodeo.”

Cleveland did it, too; 1921, I think. Such a cool practice.

Just remembered I have a blueberry muffin, and got kinda unreasonably stoked.

I once double-tapped a magazine photo I liked.

Just did it again. I’m like a dang magician.

I woke up with a Christian metal song from like 1987 in my head. And you didn’t.

Not trying to brag, but I can peel a boiled egg in *under* 30 minutes. Every time.

Sometimes I see/hear the Leonard Cohen “Suzanne,” and then I get the Weezer “Suzanne” stuck in my head. Which must put me in just an *impossibly* tiny niche.

Gonna open a Greek food truck, call it “There Goes My Gyro.”

It would be an acceptable footnote on my tombstone that I made one cat really, really happy for a few years.

Rock over London; rock on, Chicago. Polaroid: See What Develops.

Anybody else have the occasional desire to dress exclusively in fast-food uniforms of the late ‘70s/early ‘80s? Just me?

Are pants really that critical anymore?

This whole “being a person” thing is not for the faint of heart.

You are the only human on earth who ever mentions trickle-down economics anymore. Have you not realized that yet?

I mean, I use stuff like music or sports for this, but whatever works works.

Heard a good song I’d forgotten about from a bad album I’d forgotten about. A vanishingly rare occurrence, I would think.

Watching baseball games, it occurs to me that the Reds and Rays are the MLB teams most in need of a redesign. Hard to believe both have had such abysmal uniforms for nearly two decades. They could both be great.

Kind of a bummer that the only tolerable social media platform (this one) still has so few of the homies on it.

Should I do it? Should I?!?!

If there’s not already a band called Dermatitis Andronicus, huge opportunity right there.

You know you’re old when a celebrity you used to consider not quite old enough to find attractive is now doing ads for bladder-control products.

In the future, people will revere lowest-common-denominator low-brow garbage as if it were Shakespeare.

Also right now they will do that.

A coworker who pronounces “et cetera” as “ecksetera” is leaving, and honestly I’m kind of sad.

Thanks @nikotrotsky.bsky.social. I needed that.

Wore my green-and-white checkerboard shamrock underpants, too. But nobody woulda seen those anyway.

Wore my emerald green corduroy pants today. But I work from home, so.