blackout wednesday is a fucking stupid term, but it totally makes sense.

I'm trying to deconstruct the allure of hometown bars around holidays.  Post-high school, pre-family years back at your parents with nothing to do but drink with old friends.  That's cool.  Actually, it's really cool.  But why aren't we all just drinking beers in a basement or walking around old neighborhoods with a bottle of wine?  There's some illogical appeal to running into old acquaintances and then having awkward, unfulfilling 2 minute conversations with them over the enormous sound of some stupid song you've heard a couple times while waiting in line for a Subway sandwich.  The conversations you want to get out of the second after you see the other person, make the widened eye contact of recognition and start walking toward each other.  The hugs are uncomfortable, you don't remember the names of the two other people your old pal is with, and your beer cost a dollar and a half more than it should have. I dunno man.  Maybe it's like drugs where the chronic user keeps using even though they don't enjoy it. 

vote r die

Today, some people in America are voting on who will be the president of America and on other things.

Last night, I finished White Noise by Don Delillo, and I think that's much more important to the scope of American living.

if it is it is

lawn darts was a much more straightforward game sold to the public.

There was a piece of plastic you could buy at toy stores or dollar stores, probably science stores too, that connected two two liter bottles of soda at their openings.  If it had a longer history and was sold at hardware stores, it would be called something like “a two-sided female” for each of the male ends of the two liter soda bottles.  The idea was that you could fill one of the bottles with water, then connect another with this piece of plastic so the second vertically mirrored the first.  Once the connection was snug and airtight, you could flip the bottles and the water would fall from the top to the bottom in a visually satisfying cyclonic spin.  Like watching the circling of the drain from the inside.  Like watching your insides drop into the ground. 

we are reaching a point we can never return from.

I had a moment at work today that I haven't experienced for a few years.  It was one of those inspirational moments of complete stoppage.  Where you just have to stop because you can't not stop.  Beauty happens in its most naked sense.  Raw electronic brain firings on a level higher than normal.  The Books were playing and it was fresh autumnal chilly.  I saw man walk by the window with a light jacket and a dog on a leash.  

I came home and watched Monday Night Football.
Sports is criticizing itself more than I've ever seen. And we are reaching a point we can never return from.

what it looks like when you watch your google docs opening.

hart and sole.

the role of a crew of female backup singers is crazy.

were the gender differences we see now even subconsciously realized at the tender ages when parents' oldies music sounded fucking awesome and implanted itself into our brains? 

can they be an instrument in a band without being an otherwise suppressed instrument?

 This is the way to deal with your day off when you could only get half the shit out of your butt.

The devil and a snowman attempted a "slice of life."

At the end of four months, the devil sat and stared at puddle in the grass.

what is happening in the world can be interesting

what is happening in the world can be interesting sometimes. groups of people can come together and produce a publication that makes what is happening in the world interesting.  every so often, i'll read an article that makes me go like, "YEAH. Fuck those assholes.  They're republicans or corporate monsters or the president or cops or someone, and they're ruining all of everything.  Fuck them."  and then i get through half of the article and think, "whatever."