And the snow continues to fall here, but at least it’s slowing down a bit. Maybe SP and I will drink and pretend there’s a game on. Sunday without sports is tough on us.
Worse yet, unlike yesterday, this isn’t a big news day. If you read the Foundation Trilogy, you know the structure: something happens, then the characters spend the next thirty pages talking about it before the next thing happens. Today is one of the thirty pages.
A perfect example: yesterday, Israel bombed Syria, and specifically some Iranian sites which can’t exist because Iran insists that it’s only advising Syria. Sort of like how the US just advises people in Sudan, Yemen, Afghanistan, Iraq… In any case, the news today is everyone talking about it and talking about it.
There is absolutely nothing in this story that makes sense. But it’s still funny.
After the release of the absolutely terrible (and more expensive!) Millennial Diet Coke, Pepsi responds with its own crappy offering.
The new drink became available this month, with eight flavors: limebubly, grapefruitbubly, strawberrybubly, lemonbubly, orangebubly, applebubly, mangobubly and cherrybubly. Packaging for each flavor comes with its own greeting on the tab, such as: “Hey u,” “hiii,” and “yo,” plus “personal messages” on the can” “I feel like I can be open around u,” “hold cans with me,” and “love at first phssst.”
Here’s my hope: some paranoid schizophrenic thinks these messages are from the CIA to him, goes to Pepsico headquarters, and shoots up the marketing department.
Old Guy Music. When I lived in Austin, my Tuesday night ritual was to cross the river and plop myself in a chair at Flipnotics and watch Erik Hokkanen shred on violin, banjo, guitar, mandolin, and anything else with strings. Over the course of an evening, you’d hear jazz, gypsy swing, Texas swing, bluegrass, and… well, about any genre you could imagine. The coffee and snacks were terrible, but the music was fantastic. Flips is sadly gone, but Erik is still around, along with Ryan Gould, the best slap bass player in a generation. This was recorded at one of the shows I attended- sorry for the abrupt cutoff at the end, fucking hipsters don’t know how to do video correctly.