Experimental screaming: “What’s the best way to build self‑confidence?” Listen. Times are tough all over—war, poverty, unemployment, inflation, Christo-fascism, autocracy, repression, corruption, etc. But one care-free afternoon in April I checked the ol’ inter-blog for a creamy fix—I do this to remember what my favorite album is from a given year—and my custom-HTML’d homepage grid […]
Forget about it, George: “What are your favorite sports to watch and play?” The game: Patriots at Broncos The beer: Geaghan Brothers Higgins Irish Red Ale The result: Win, 10–7 The playoffs: 3–0 The headline: “Ask those who have been before you what fate the future holds.” – Thin Lizzy, “Warriors” The commentary: I’m a […]
Quintessentially me: “Share five things you’re good at” The game: Giants at Patriots The beer: Definitive Contee Kölsch-Style Ale The result: Win, 33–15 The record: 11–2 The headline: “Gather the patriots like days of old! Have no regrets—soon the bodies are cold!” – Fifty Foot Hose, “Red the Sign Post” The commentary: I get the […]
The game: Patriots at Bengals The beer: Sacred Profane Smoked Dark Lager The result: Win, 26–20 The record: 10–2 The headline: “I’m gonna keep on doin’ what I’m doin’ till I can’t do what I’m doin’ no more.” – Isley Brothers, “Keep on Doin’” The commentary: You can only play the teams on your schedule […]
The game: Patriots at Dolphins The beer: Shipyard Summer Wheat Ale The result: Win, 33–27 The record: 1–1 The headline: “We gotta clean it up cuz it’s so dope.” – Ice-T, “Fried Chicken” The commentary: Ice’s “Freedom of Speech… Just Watch What You Say” is too on the nose, right? In that case, here’s a […]
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. […]
Read Which Way to Mecca, Jack? for a third time.
The game: Patriots at Bills The beer: Hopothecary Sweepnman’s Flu(e) Fix Red Ale The result: Loss, 27–21 The method: Live via Paramount+ The record: 4–12 The headline: “They won’t come around—your king’s a cunt.” – Osees, “Intercepted Message” The commentary: First, I apologize for the four-letter-est of the four-letter words. It’s what a four- or […]
Drink. Corn Flakes. Dark Rum. Repo Man is my favorite movie in another universe. (In ours: ET.) It’s hilarious and the third act is a mess and the Circle Jerks throw shit at the fan. “I can’t believe I used to like these guys.” The subhuman soundtrack provides a third version of “TV Party,” some […]
Scene: it’s autumn. Route 1 along the North Shore (title case) of Massachusetts—rather, “Old Route 1,” to distinguish it from the stretch with strip clubs and furniture outlets and orange dinosaurs. The scenic portion with private schools and shuttered restaurants and blind intersections that almost kill you (truth). Radio: on. “Fire” by the Crazy World […]
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