New design

Surprisingly good week, this one.

It's a bit garish, but hey, what the hell?

Lazy Summer Post

Here's to enjoying optimum axial tilt in your hemisphere.

Fuck Everything Friday

I guess it's that day again. It's almost like there's some sort of inherent problem with American society that a few people are willing to occasionally mumble niceties about and then quietly pretend doesn't exist. Whatever could it be?

Oh well. I guess I'll just say again what I said before:

• The Impossible Dream
• Fuck The NRA
• Routine

See also: Paleo

See also, too: The Rude Pundit

Oh, an additional thing. Hey, Guvna Haley: you said on the "news" this morning that it's a time for "healing" and not politics in regard to the fucking racist fucking flag flying at the SC statehouse. You know what would be a really good, healing thing to do? Take the fucking flag down, you shitstain! Shorter, me:

Or like teh zombie says: Fuck. Everything.

I get fun spam (part 2 of ???)

Looks like I'm invited to some sort of prestigious shiding:

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I s'pose all of you louts could come too, now that you know about it. Keep it on the downlow though, wouldn't want the riffraff showing up.

Remember your green bowtie -- very important.

Thoughtless Thursday

I really need to post some creative, well thought-out shit someday.

Instead, here's some music you'll hate:

Sorry I forgot the anniversary, Helen.

I forgot that the 35th anniversary of this was yesterday:

I was 10. As a native Oregonian, I had direct, but minor, experience with the volcano leading up to its final huge eruption. It had spewed ash sporadically over the previous year or so, and on several occasions we got to experience the ash fall down in Oregon due to wind changes. Thankfully, for us, the wind blew the ash cloud to the east on the 18th, so we didn't get the after effects that places like Spokane, Washington did. Those guys, as well as many areas near to the mountain, were seriously fucked. Multiple feet of ash blanketed everything, and that shit is nasty. Destroyed vehicles, ruined crops, just generally fucked with the area for a long, long time.

For years later, every time we'd head north we could see these towering piles of ash alongside Interstate 5 and around the towns near the mountain until vegetation finally grew on them. The ash is still there though, just under a layer of grass/shrubs/trees. I still have a jar of it somewhere that I collected from a roadside that summer.

Oh, and 57 people died. A couple of idiot locals that refused to leave, but also scientists studying the mountain, unfortunately.

Can't believe it's been 35 years already. I feel old.

Blues Boy

Help The Poor: (original)

Help The Poor: (later instrumental version)

Guitar purists will complain that he probably couldn't play a chord to save his life -- whatever. Dude was still a legend. R.I.P.