Via John Oliver, this whole year needs to be impaled on a pike at the gates, as a warning to 2017 and any other fucked up year of shit that wants to follow.
…when you realize your WordPress theme is so helpful that it publishes private admin notes for all to read. Followed by the part where you realize those notes are google searchable. Followed by the part where you find out somebody did a google search. And DID find the notes. Plus they found some other things […]
Peter Garrett‘s new solo album is not my favorite. The music sounds a bit like the Oils. At least the sedated Breathe/Capricornia Oils. So there was at least some recognition, some comfort, like my once cool Chuck Taylors that are now retired from public use. The lyrics are where the train tracks hit the proverbial quicksand. WTF, Pete. […]
the spontaneous beer free (so far) August has been great, but not without its issues. Coors N/A is like quitting smoking, in terms of its you ate too much cheese and no fiber effect. Then there’s the dreams. Last night’s triple feature” sharks in Michigan. Yes, stupidly taunting them was involved. Fortunately, there was a scene […]