The beer: Riverwalk Stonehenge Session Lager The playoffs: 3–0 The headline: “There’s so many things to do!” – The Creation, “Life Is Just Beginning” The commentary: The Super Bowl is in two days so let’s stick to football, alright? No politics. (OK.) No music. (Um.) No Guardian copy-paste other than this wonderful headline and lede: […]
Readily visible or observable: “In what ways do you communicate online?” The game: Chargers at Patriots The beer: Foundation Lilith Dark Czech-Style Lager The result: Win, 16–3 The playoffs: 1–0 The headline: “Even the fabulous can’t avoid a random attack to pass a boring night.” – Helmet, “Murder” The commentary: I’m a blog-maker, alright?? I […]
It’s the Republicans, stupid: “What bothers you and why?” “This might be a June thing from now on.” Riiight. Remember when the blather published in the second half of May? Oh well, it’s not as if various current environments are changing on a daily goddamn basis. July is the new black and so is malaise. […]
I’ve been an active blog-maker since August 5, 2005, initially at Blogger squaring off Biff! Bang! Pow! (Vol. 1) for fifteen years. My lead post, which likely took a month to write and another few days to publish, is an explanation to no one about why I was posting at all: So I’m a blogger […]
I’ve been trying to pronounce “bloganuary” for a damn month.
I don’t know, what was your first car, and who was the childhood best friend you picked up on the way to high school—called what now?—and then your first job—doing what now?—and, later, the football game to cheer on the fighting… whozits? There is daily-prompt transparency, there is identity-theft transparency and there is whatever the […]
Week one The game: Eagles at Patriots The beer: Cambridge Amber Ale The result: Loss, 25–20 The method: Live via Paramount+ The record: 0–1 The headline: “You want the same thing every day, I’ll teach you love a different way.” – Kiss, “Sweet Pain” The commentary: So much hostility! Deservedly so, sure, but there’s “fire […]
I know nothing about football and I know nothing about politics. What I do know is self-editing and, later, resurrection. See? “My relationship with the Biff! Bang! words you’re reading [was] troubled, and if the Pats weren’t such a goddamn winning machine I might have signed off altogether following the Beefheart crowning achievement.” It sucks […]
Dear sirs, I am found! As, indeed, are we! Your keen detective skills are to be commended, for my “blogging” partner, Jarrod P. Halfenhalf (née Biffington), and I have fled the fickle Alphabet Incorporated and its doomed idea-space for a more populist–and costly–publishing house. We feared for our lives should corporate fat-trimming have severed Biff! […]
The beer: Proclamation Derivative Vic Secret Pale Ale The commentary: Some people lose front teeth. Others lose old blog posts. (Transition: smooth.) My relationship with the Biff! Bang! words you’re reading is troubled, and if the Pats weren’t such a goddamn winning machine I might have signed off altogether following the Beefheart crowning achievement. It’s […]
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