Yet Another Storm of the Century – Survived

Yet Another Storm of the Century – Survived

Living in Pinellas County, Florida, I've "survived" two major hurricanes in what? two? three? weeks? The time kind of ran together at some point. Anyhow, I heard from a number of current and former colleagues and diverse friends who don't get this sort of weather...

Thursday Morning Links of… Brett?

Thursday Morning Links of… Brett?

Howdy, howdy. It’s been a weird week, watching karma land all at once. I don’t know which god(s) Trump sacrifices to, but they came through for him bigly. In less political news, I took my older kids to see Despicable Me 4, and I was wildly unimpressed. They threw...

Brett set out to find America, the real America, the America of strip malls and serial killers, of butthole waxing and kelp smoothies, of cocaine and maggots. He sought it in the most American part of America—Florida: swamp gas and fever dreams, where love arrives on a rickety boat and leaves when it doesn't have the money for its fourth abortion. Oh, where has Brett gone? He’s drinking at the neck of America’s wang, chewing its foreskin and working its shaft. Brett is becoming legend. Brett can never die. Brett can never die. Brett is America, facedown in his own patriotic puke: the red his blood, the white his stomach lining, and the cold, cold blue his gas station slushie, spiked with coconut rum and tetracycline.

Monday Afternoon Links

I, for one, welcome our new corvid overlords, and will happily report on my fellows rather than find shiny things to bring them.