GenX Dad

@tmorello So sorry for your loss @tmorello. I met Mary at Lollapalooza back in the day, she was at Alpine Valley w/ PRR. She was really cool, and bragged about you and RATM releasing your first album. I’ve never forgotten that conversation. Be well.

chicago.suntimes.com/obituaries/202… Chicago remembers Mary Morello’s life and influence.

@AConcernedPare2 @aaron_renn In the end, it’s a gas station sandwich. If I want brisket, I’ll go to an actual BBQ joint, not a gas station.

@aaron_renn What sort of losers would oppose a Buc-ee's?

100 people showed up to a hearing to oppose a Buc-ee's in Greenwood, Indiana. Only 4 spoke in favor. It was approved.

@BlockClubCHI I ate there once a while ago, it was okay. I’ll spend my money at Hollywood Grill, better food and atmosphere.

Stella’s Diner was closed by the city due to a roach infestation. blockclubchi.co/44sDczO

@LinkedInLunat1c When they served lunch in our office, I would eat lunch at my desk, but 5hen I’d go to the lounge area/lunch room and sit for an hour and relax.

I feel like this belongs here

@JohnnyKeyz82 Hot honey is a completely different thing. I know you can find it at most grocery stores, not sure if I’d mix honey and Frank’s, it may not taste so good, but then again it might work.

@RickBusse So I have honey and franks red hot. Should I just combine the two? Or ......something else?

Does cheddar and jalapeño cornbread sound good to you? Thinking of adding those to the cornbread mix I'm getting today.

@Terry_b_b @WildForkFoods How are their prices?

Ribeye from @WildForkFoods . First time shopping there.

Feed cleanse.

Take notice humans! Public lands are your lands and these roll backs remove protections and will damage these sacred spaces. Fight this battle as I fear it is coming for all public lands and waters 🌊🌊

Heartbroken to hear about the passing of Dave Kendall. Dave was one of the true believers. Long before alternative music found its way into the mainstream, he was there every week on 120 Minutes, introducing people to bands that would go on to define an era. He didn’t just host a show. He gave a home to music that deserved to be heard. He loved the music, respected the artists, and connected with fans in a way that always felt authentic. That’s a rare gift. Sending love to everyone whose life he touched. Rest easy, Dave.

@mattpinfield Ahh damn. He was the VJ that got me into alternative music. When I heard “I’m Dave Kendall, and this is 120 Minutes.” I knew something good was coming. Rest well Dave.

@fwmarqix “A feral HomeGoods manager.” I love that!

The porch pirate on our street got caught because he stole my wife’s ugly metal bird and his own wife put it on Facebook Marketplace. The bird was hideous. Tall metal heron thing. Rusty legs. Mean eyes. Looked like it had survived war. My wife loved it. Naturally. Then one morning it was gone. Not knocked over. Not blown away. Gone. Same week, two packages disappeared from other porches. Dog food. Vitamins. A box of printer ink. The street group chat turned into a hostage negotiation. Everybody was posting grainy Ring clips of hoodies and taillights and asking if anyone recognized “this suspicious male.” Nobody did. Then my daughter sent us a screenshot from Facebook Marketplace. A patio set for sale. Normal listing. But in the background, next to a sad grill and three folding chairs, was my wife’s terrible bird. No question. You could identify that thing from space. My wife gasped like she'd spotted a missing child. Her: That’s Gerald. She had named it Gerald. Of course she had. The listing was from a woman in the next development over. So my wife did what any calm adult would do. She messaged her. Her: Hi. Very interested in patio set. Is metal bird included? The woman replied: Her: Which bird? My wife sent a zoomed-in screenshot with an arrow. Ten minutes later, the woman called. Not texted. Called. Her voice was already halfway done with life. Her: Oh my God. That idiot. Turns out her husband had been “bringing home things” for weeks. Not expensive stuff. Just random neighborhood grabs. Packages, yard decor, a leaf blower, somebody’s inflatable Halloween pumpkin. And she had assumed he was helping clear out his mother’s garage. He was not. He was stealing suburban nonsense one item at a time and stacking it in their garage like a feral HomeGoods manager. Police got called. Three neighbors drove over. It turned into the saddest little property reunion you've ever seen. One guy actually hugged his missing leaf blower. My wife walked straight to the metal heron, touched its stupid metal head, and said: Her: There you are. The thief’s wife was furious. Her: He stole a bird? Me: Among other things, yes. Her: This isn’t even nice. My wife: That’s not the point. The best part was the thief himself standing there trying to explain why he had six Amazon boxes, a fake pumpkin, my wife’s bird, and a welcome mat that said “Gather.” He had no answer. Now the bird is back on our porch. Still ugly. Still named Gerald. And now, according to my wife, “a survivor.”

My neighbor accused me of stealing his cat, and by dinner we found out that cat had been running a four-house scam. He banged on my door like I owed him money. I opened it and he said: Him: Do you have my cat? Strong opener. I said: Me: I don't think so. He held up his phone. Picture of a fluffy gray cat sitting on my patio chair. Fair enough. The problem was, I knew that cat. We all did. It came around in the afternoons. Very social. Ate like it had a job. We called him Smokey. My neighbor said: Him: His name is Winston. That was clue number one. Then my wife came to the door and said: Her: Why would we steal Theodore? Now we had three names. Within an hour, four households were standing in my driveway arguing about one cat. House one fed “Smokey” tuna. House two had bought “Winston” a heated bed. The retired woman across the street had been taking “Theodore” to her vet and paying for his ear medicine. And the young couple on the corner knew him as “Mr. Boots,” even though he had no boots. The cat, meanwhile, was sitting under my azaleas watching us like a businessman during negotiations. My daughter showed up because my wife texted “cat fraud unfolding” and apparently that was enough. She picked him up and found not one collar. Three. Three separate collars tucked under his fur. Different colors. Different tags. This cat had been running aliases. Then the retired woman said the sentence that finished all of us: Her: I've had him in my Christmas card for two years. We all just stared at the cat. The actual owner, the one who'd started this, finally admitted Winston had always “liked to wander,” but I don't think even he knew he'd built a whole second life. We compared feeding schedules. That cat was eating five times a day. Prescription food at one house. Fresh chicken at another. Fancy treats from my wife because she has no self-control around whiskers. He wasn't lost. He was franchised. In the end, the owner kept him, but we all got visitation rights in the loosest possible sense. Mostly because none of us could stop him anyway. He still comes by around 3PM. Now when he shows up, I say: Me: Afternoon, sir. Busy schedule? He blinks like I work for him. I probably do.

@JamesTate121 Yep, they denied one of mine this year. Really hoping me company rethinks our insurance provider thinks year.

Vultures, ALLL OF THEM!

@_Zaraquin Egypt should have won, not Argentina. They cheated.

@kenjeong @NobuRestaurants Happy Birthday!

Thanks for the birthday wishes!!! 🥳🎂😎🎉❤️💜💛

@LittleMissLizz Yay! That’s awesome news!

@BoyGeorge Truthfully, I hope not. You’re funny, but you also actually care about people, and we need more people like you on here.

This is my last post on this site! Good riddance!

@HIDEO_KOJIMA_EN An amazing movie. Sam Neill was great in it, as well as everything else he did.

Tonight, in memory of Sam Neill, I’m revisiting John Carpenter’s “In the Mouth of Madness” (1994) on Blu-ray. R.I.P.

Love this.