Next week Merge is reissuing one of my favorite records of the 90s, Manos by the Spinanes. Every song on this album sounds like driving around in my 1993 Ford Feministiva.
“Did you give up punk for Lent?”
Next week Merge is reissuing one of my favorite records of the 90s, Manos by the Spinanes. Every song on this album sounds like driving around in my 1993 Ford Feministiva.
“Did you give up punk for Lent?”
I will totally consider voting for the first mayoral candidate who says dibs is straight-up bullshit.
Shame on us for the line we have crossed today, but shame on us also for every step we took on the way to the line.
Hello! How are you? It’s good to see you. You’re looking well. Have you lost hair? Done something with your weight? Me too.
Anywhat, I’m creating a new home for myself on the internet. I took down a bunch of my old sites that were gathering dust (RIP, Rubbernun) and spiffed up the ones I wanted to keep (lookin’ sharp, Flickr!). I might even go back to blogging on a semiregular basis, like the olden days.
Because, let’s face it, most social media platforms are totally fucking evil. It would be good not to use them anymore. But I still want to keep in touch with old friends. And post silly pictures. And make rude remarks about the news of the day. And scream like a ninny when I get to talk to Dolly Parton or whatever.
So I might do that here, under my own little shingle. (Many thanks to Mr. Jimmie for his shingle-hanging help.)
This is still a work in progress, of course. As are we all, folks. As are we all.