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I can make myself very very sad by imagining what Jim Varney’s second act would’ve looked like. A legitimately talented and layered actor. True Detective, Righteous Gemstones, Fargo etc. You can imagine him in all the good things.

Waffle House tourists, your opinions on the “quality” of the cuisine is not only unwanted it misses the point entirely. WH serves real food affordably 24/365 in a well lit place where people talk to you. It’s a public service and a common good.

Hey bands, stop having your your calendars erase past dates on your current tour. Maybe I’m curious as to where you were yesterday.

December 28 is my annual Yuletide day of depression. Switched it up this year with a 10 mile sunrise trot, and then the standard pyjama pants and Screeching Weasel all day.

Watching Rudolph in 4K makes feels like doing drugs.

Unpopular hot take, that I’m not sure even I believe, Joy Rivision would have been as important if Bernard Sumner had been the singer the whole time.

Almost like clockwork at age 40 I started waking up EVERYDAY at 5:30 AM and eating some sort of oat based breakfast with coffee. This was not learned behavior, this I believe is epigenetic Germanization damage to my DNA.

In the wild I have come across 2 separate instances of Zoomers jamming Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls, and while I found that jarring, they ain’t wrong. Fucker slaps.

Hit that “Release Radar” for the Friday Eve commute. Starts off Boldy James and followed by Vulture Feather. That’s how sail into the freakin weekend.

Side effect of running during the coldest hour of the day every morning is that my nose starts running and I always have boogies. Wife and kid never tell me cause I’m starting to suspect I’m dead like Bruce Willy in 6th Sense.

if you think Randy Newman is old Boomer-ass Pixar music stay in that ignorance for your own good, cause there’s devastation and reality altering truths you’re better off avoiding if you peel that onion to the core.

When I get too far down I often pop on the Omega Sessions to remind myself I get to share the world with Bad Brains.

If you wanna piss off an old Limey ask them why the soccer teams have a hemorrhoidal butthole on all their jerseys. It’s a unique combination of wrong words that will elicit hilarious response.

How does every fucking transition no matter how small or insignificant cost a minimum of $50. Going to the store for milk and coffee, $50. McDonald’s to get lunch for the fam, $50. A couple domestics with the lads, $50. Good Lordt.

I’d like to thank the good people of Philips Norelco for not only using weird proprietary charging on all of their razors, but also changing the weird proprietary chargers between models and even generations of models. Very cool strategy.

Friday night commute home and taco takeout to a CSN Judy Blue Eyes suite hoping it washes me clean of my not having any interest in doing any of this anymore.

I’m going to write an airport self-help book titled “Ignore It: Either it kills your it doesn’t (either way you don’t have the time or money to deal with it, and your value isn’t such that the outcome matters anyway)”

Never underestimate how long you can “barely hold on”. If you have a high tolerance for pain, a good poker face and a stubborn refusal to admit defeat or depression you “barely hang on” your whole life.

Clone by Avail so perfectly encapsulates the sound, feeling and just general vibe of being a not bonehead southern punk kid in the 90’s.

@billydbeaver I got a hat rack big bro that I cross paths with most mornings and we share a respectful but slightly confrontational look everytime. Then we scamper our respective ways.

Big Daddy Hatrack wondering where the heck those does went. My backyard this morning.

Crutchfield sisters sneaking a record out with MJ Lenderman in the mix. Jangly pop but it reminds me of Indigo Girls in the best way. Killer album.