Feminist, artist, spazz, sketch comedian, progressive asshole. Hi there.
It took me years, but I finally like My Morning Jacket. I don’t know what happened. Maybe I grew old enough to appreciate their gentleness. Maybe I finally gave them enough of a shot to grow on me. But their new album is quite all right. Listen to it on NPR.org/music if you wanna.
Other things that are getting me through this week:
1. Memories of my friend Hot Dog’s wedding to his lovely K. Most fun I’ve had in years.
2. Leinie’s Summer Shandy is out for sale again.
3. I started a new painting that I actually dig. That probably means nobody else will, but who the fuck cares?
4. It was sunny here for almost two days. Cold, but still sunny.
5. Ivan Brunetti’s horrifyingly awful but terribly clever and fun-to-look-at comics/illustrations.
6. A severe addiction to Mario Kart for Wii.
7. The cutest toddler nephew a human could ever hope for.
Things I’m sick of and hope disappear from my view soon:
1. Women who drag everyone they know into their divorces. Seriously, I just discarded yet another friend for making me pretend to give a rat’s ass about her marital problems (I don’t care if that sounds cold, either. Fuck you.) while completely losing her mind and beginning to stalk me. That’s two now. I will not tolerate a third. A third will cause me to commit myself to an insane asylum just so I can hide from the people I no longer care to speak to. It isn’t that I’m mean—it’s that personal problems should really remain personal, and I consider your marriage to be pretty fucking personal.
2. Hipster costumes. Seriously, folks. I can’t look at you wearing ensembles created entirely from my fourth grade closet anymore. It’s fucking embarrassing, and nobody needs to wear that much neon. Also, I bet your ankles would love to have the circulation back. Loosen those jean cuffs.
3. Inflammatory joint flares. Seriously, I have the knees, ankles, and wrists of a 90-year-old who’s just been hit by a bulldozer this week, and it really, really sucks.
4. The doomsday-like tactics of the GOP. But that’s fodder for someone else’s blog.
5. Cancer. I’d like to stop hearing about cancer. And I would appreciate it if it would kindly stop killing my friends, okay?
All right, now I’m depressed. I really should’ve started this entry with the shit I don’t like and followed up with the shit I do like. But I do everything backwards, so, there.