Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of September 13, 2020
The change of the seasons was far more enjoyable when I was younger. It meant a new school year, new clothes, new classes, new girlfriends. Now it means I have to put on more clothes to walk the dog.
Meet Me By The Sky | Poems
FUCK/MARRY/KILL-
For a total amount you talk
Unless violence swings on complete
Cock, we had better measure
Kiss with an element which exceeds
Morons deer games …
The Minutes of Our Last Meeting | Batman is the Night! Or Just Batman.
Bats don’t ride horses. I have a car.
Finding What Really Matters When It All Shifts for the Worse
The Vegas mid-day sky is strangely dark and slightly orange. The sun, ordinarily a blazing hot laser that has this amazing hostility in the desert, is muted. I can stare right at it and see it’s perfect circle. It is the stuff of a Ridley Scott dystopia.
I Believe… [Using Privilege While Fighting Privilege]
I believe… that White looters and antifa wannabes fighting against White privilege not being charged with obvious crimes they committed is kind of the most ironic use of White privilege. Ah, Paradox!
Blurring the Lines of Villainy
We love Walter White because we understand him even as we know that if he was a real person we’d want him imprisoned until the cancer ate him alive and as far away from us as possible. Harley Quinn is a blast unless she showed up at your kid’s birthday party and started swinging her anarchist giant croquet mallet into the faces of the screaming parents.
The Tone of the Exchange is the Music of the Moment
The dilemma is a lack of curiosity with a sense of cultural animosity as an obstacle. The best musicians see all music as worthy of study and appreciation. The musicians of note explore the music of everyone to find influences and include them into their own repertoire.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of September 6, 2020
The seasonal change from summer to fall should depress you. It’s the sign that things are about to die. Leaves on the ground are the carcasses of nature’s annual genocide.
Systemic Homophobia: A Comparison
He just threw out things he had determined were homophobic without anything but his saying so as evidence. It was like he had a dartboard of society, tossed a dart, and whatever it landed on was that day’s new homophobic thing.
The Minutes of Our Last Meeting – McConnell’s Scaled Down Relief Bill
If your income is over $150k - A China Virus Swag Bag!
Setting Yourself Up for Crushing Disappointment
High expectations are a mistake.
I Believe… [Living in a Bugs Bunny World]
…that when journalistic objectivity, property ownership, and craft jam are all indicators of white supremacy, we’ve now entered into a Chuck Jones cartoon as a society.
The Loudest Voices Don’t Speak for Me
Who Cares What I Think About...Anything?
I realize, coming from me, that the following statement will likely cause neck injuries from the Bugs Bunny face shaking incredulity, but you don’t have to have a strong opinion about everything.
Notes form the Post-it Wall | Week of August 30, 2020
If archeologists happened to find the body of Christ—proof he didn’t go to heaven—that would automatically make every Christian either a Jew or a Muslim. Wouldn’t that be fun?
What Are You Working On?
The Minutes of Our Last Meeting – QLess
ANTIFA is using bags of soup to fight. We will now throw satchels of grilled cheese sandwiches.
Correcting the Orwellian Doublespeak for Zoomers
If Orwell had seen this new reality, 1984 would’ve been unreadable because while Big Brother proposed that ‘War is Peace’ Angry Brother would be saying “No. War isn’t Peace. Peace is Power.”
I Believe… [Enabling the Trump]
I believe… that the only person who benefits from protests devolving into riots and looting while being excused as somehow acceptable is Donald Trump.
See Through the Fear Mongering
In most cases neither pitch is likely but if the choice is presented as life or death, good versus evil, black and white nonsense the least curious and most gullible will leap to one side or the other.
...that, at a certain age, a birthday is no longer a celebration of your existence but another notch in the ‘Fuck off, Death’ belt.