I watched half of the Red Hot Cheetos movie the other night. It is not good, but I was entertained, but I shut it off. Make of that what you will. 🍿

Every month or so, I pull a pockets worth of lint from my phones charging plug. Looking at the pile, it’s wild that the thing had charged at all.

Been listening to a lot of Rush recently. They are:

1. Great
2. Objectively embarrassing

Listening to Tribe Called Quest on vinyl while making spaghetti. It’s a good night.

You know what’s cool? Me neither.

Added links to social media and various ways to subscribe to my blog.

“…progress is never straightforward: there’s baby steps and then one day you notice enormous baby thuds…”

Correct. From Robin Rendle

If the games you’re playing are too normal, let the Weird Fucking Games help.

Dan Hon’s DONOTREPLY.CARDS have a permanent home. Use them to get ahead of dicks on social.

Had a great show. Thanks to everyone who came out. We have a residency: next one is March 29th. Be there or be sad.

Shakespeare is opening for us tonight.

It’s showtime tonight for my improv team The Cat’s Cradle Ensemble. Big times at the players theatre. Getting in the zone.

The idea about moving slowly but surely with the people around us and not giving into the technology or the solution’s needs is so sadly hard to believe it’s even possible. But look the Amish have been doing it for a while and it’s generally working.

Another gem from The Halfman newsletter, on misconceptions about the Amish’s relationship to technology.

Nobody is a winner on the bus. Yet we’re all comfortingly together on this heap of disappointment with wheels careening through the beer fuelled night. There’s no VR app for that.

—The Halfman newsletter

I’ve been waiting patiently for poetic bus musings, and it’s finally here. Most misunderstood and under appreciated American natural resource.

Syncing Dark Side of the Moon to The Wizard of Oz is so old hat. If you’re for real, sync it with something new, like Ozempic ads.

“The Beatles experimented with LSD, and that’s when they became, you know…”

Overheard outside my old Jersey City apartment from some young guy talking to his presumed girlfriend.

This is part of a series on my nomadic life following my divorce. Aside from the introduction, they can be read in any order. Blood spurted from my ring finger. A chunk of flesh was missing, scooped … Read more

I have negative ass; when I sit down, people around me get more space.

Sometimes I feel like I spend my life on knobs and dials.

After the fallout from my divorce, I was not able to afford an apartment for almost the entirety of 2023. Instead, I spent nine months couch surfing, living entirely out of a small, overstuffed … Read more

Customer service is a joke. Related: fuck UPS.

Moved a crap load of boards and pipes for a shelf into the apartment with my roommate. It’s not doctor approved, but I’m checking of “exorcise” for the day.

The manhattan Alamo has a VHS collection. The ghost of Kim’s Video poking out.

Astoria Boulevard from the train station.

You know when people say, “We can laugh about it now”? I had to learn not to laugh about it then.