A funny thing in life is that when I add movies/tv to my new phone and watch the files in Plex, they are randomly relabeled as wildly wrong titles. See above: this Season 3 ep. of Mr. Robot which Plex thought was the 2009 movie Tinker Bell and the Lost Treasure.

5 years ago today ...

saw Dean Ween and Friends @ The Saint - Asbury Park, NJ 11.28.12

WHAT I WROTE AT THE TIME:

... Dean Ween organized a benefit concert for a friend of his who lost everything during Sandy. It all went down at The Saint in Asbury Park, NJ, a venue I had somehow never been to before that night. It was a really great show.

The above snippet is from the closing jam, a rawked-out take on the Neil Young classic "Hey Hey My My" with Guy Heller AKA Dickie Moist on lead vocals.

It was odd seeing 4/5 of Ween up there playing Ween songs without Gener. Dean did his best tackling the vocals on "Pandy Fackler." If this is what the future holds––each guy playing 'his' Ween songs with or without various pieces of the extended Ween live family––then I guess us diehards are gonna have to be OK with that.

Why I like the show Sports Jeopardy! on the Crackle network

One of the minor, if not allusive delights of 'cutting the chord'––an act which I am proudly on ~Year 5 or 6 of––has been the discovery of odd, poorly designed content aggregators, or apps, or channels, or networks, if you will. Crackle is borderline one of these delights, though––as they are owned by Sony––can hardly be considered an underdog like some of the other weirder, more mysterious yet equally trashed with bad advertisements ones, like Tubi TV. (S/O Tubi TV btw.)

In fact, in practice, Crackle more closely resembles something akin to new-age TBS. If you ever felt the need to watch Shutter Island but also wanted it to be consistently interrupted with commercials, Crackle is your spot bro.

But Crackle is home to one of the best shows going imo, and that's Sports Jeopardy!. I like this show for two, very specific and very different reasons.

Reason #1. I just love trivia. And I love sports. Voilà. Simple as that. This is the reason that regular J! is and shall forever be the best gameshow of all-time. The pacing, breadth of topics, scoring strategy (risk/reward), is unparalleled in the televised gameshow world. The fact that SJ! uses a points-based system as opposed to the cash-based one of its grandfather, is a big detriment. There's no getting around that. But not enough for me to stop tuning in when I am bored beyond belief, and overwhelmed with dread and apathy (my constant state of being).

Reason #2. The queasy interactions. For being a sports-based trivia program, SJ! still brings out the absolute nerds as contestants like you wouldn't believe. But what Dan Patrick's lacks in Alex Trebek's social cluelessness and general robotics, he more than makes up for with his over-the-top and doomed-to-fail desire to make the show… comedic? Dan Patrick, in general, is an off-putting presence. I find something about his demeanor truly upsetting. At times, he plays with the contestants' nervousness in a way that can only be viewed as downright mean. But it makes for fascinating TV, this dance. (NOTE: I'm currently catching up on Season 2, and he's significantly toned down this ribbing of the nervous, though this could also be due to just casting more comfortable players.)

The show, overall, is largely a hot mess, but at its core it really is about the gameplay and the questions (clues) which are consistently top-notch, thanks in part to Stump the Schwab legend Howie Schwab, who serves as a consultant and writer. But I love a good hot mess. When all the moving pieces are turning the messed-up machines' vastly different gears, it can truly be a thing of beauty.

The End of Things

Building a website for a friend and these are some of the instructions he gave me.

my iPhone is suspiciously filled up again, over 50% of the storage is now the dreaded yellow "Other"––this is so clearly a scam to get you 'on the cloud' but as long as I bow down to the church of Apple I guess there's no other way out. just want a big-ass machine to do my bidding and create that hot content on the go. don't care about speed. speed kills. gimme a big rhino of a phone and let's call it a day

Tried watching Everybody Wants Some!! last night. The two exclamations in the official title should have been a red flag. I was cringing. This movie got decent to good reviews too!! (86% Fresh™) I turned it off, and I am unlikely to return. There isn't a (good) director out there who I am more conflicted over. Here is a rundown of Linklater's filmography ('impromptu-style'):

1988 It's Impossible to Learn to Plow by Reading Books did not see
1990 Slacker i like slacker but come on it's not *that* good
1993 Dazed and Confused all-time classic that still holds up
1995 Before Sunrise did not see any of the 'before' movies (that's on me)
1996 SubUrbia did not see but should check it out (prob sux but maybe a sleeper?)
1998 The Newton Boys i know i saw this but can't recall much (good/bad, etc)
2001 Waking Life very good! see A Scanner Darkly below...
2001 Tape another "did not see" but this sounds like a weird one i need to check out
2003 School of Rock great + totally underrated (imo)
2004 Before Sunset see above: Before Sunrise
2005 Bad News Bears really really bad
2006 Fast Food Nation also really really bad, wtf
2006 A Scanner Darkly my fav movie of his by a mile; built on the style of Waking Life + a perfect book adaptation
2008 Me and Orson Welle did not see but look at this poster and how did the same guy just make A Scanner Darkly??
2011 Bernie not as bad as BNB and FFN but in the same vein (category) of badness
2013 Before Midnight see above: Before Sunrise
2014 Boyhood Yes look i enjoyed it but did not live up to the hype; the stunt was super cool but actually movie didn't live up the expectations it created
2016 Everybody Wants Some!! stopped watching after 15min.

So, discounting the trio of Before movies, which––tbh––are fairly well-liked it would appear, my blazing hot take on Richard Linklater is that he hit gold a few times (Dazed, Scanner) but both largely bombed with attempts at mainstream success (Bears, Bernie; School of Rock being the lone outlier) and let down with a few experiments wherein the idea is much cooler than the end product (Slacker, Boyhood).

This is all fine, of course. I guess I'm leveraging any umbrage here at those who seek to lump Linklater in with the best of his contemporaries (PTA, Coen bros, Wes Anderson, even Fincher who despite having his own misses is far better/more consistent imo). But, yeah, highly unlikely I get to finishing Everybody Wants Some!! to offer an 'official' review. Yuck.

FIVE YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF THE LAST TIME I SAW R. STEVIE MOORE LIVE IN CONCERT - WHAT I WROTE AT THE TIME »

For the second time in just over a year, Mr. R. Stevie Moore graced the second story stage of one of Philly's most marvelous venues, Johnny Brenda's. With a different drummer in tow he presented a shorter but much tighter set to a crowd that was maybe 50% larger than before. It wasn't a sellout but a nice draw for Moore, who's much more business after a year+ on the road (which is saying something cuz he's still majorly aloof).

THINGS ARE NOT AS THEY APPEAR (in life as they are in📱)

if i take pictures of you, stranger, then you are now a part of my life and we are collectively one and it isn’t a meaningless slight because you are strange: oh, please be aware of this . . .

Continuing with "my series" called FIVE YEARS AGO TODAY, five years ago today, I was doing a fantasy football mock draft when one of the participants trolled for phone sex in the chat area. 732 was basically the area code for where I was living at the time which made this even more creepy.

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The eclipse was so underwhelming, one could argue, that the cosmic force one was anticipating––that of the total and complete life-changing variety––not only didn't come, but was so absent that its blank energy worked, symbolically, in a much stronger, more fervent way, and life did change, completely, after all.

This is actually a very cool idea. I've often thought about [something 'like' this, in the most abstract of terms]. When I walk by litter, I'm not disgusted. There is a story behind every piece of detritus on the street. You couldn't walk fifty feet in my hood without spending half your day tracking the litter via an app like this, and I'm not sure how they intend to 'fix' litter. (Their website descripti is vague af as well:

Geotags provide insight into problem areas, while keywords identify the most commonly found brands and products. This data will be used to work with companies and organizations to find more sustainable solutions.

...lol what? Yes call CHEETOS® and yell at them because their customers are throwing bags in the street.) But as an art project it is A++. Maybe we shouldn't try to fix this, but rather accept it for all its newage beauty. People used to plant seeds, now they throw Wendy's bag out of their car windows. Different strokes.

I'd like to talk about two things I saw on Monday, August 7th, 2017 (earlier this week). On the left (A), I wondered why they put the sticker on this car sideways. On the right, (B) this fella in the grocery store had a shirt that said "Paris" and it had a picture of the E-Tower on it (sorry the photo is blurry). That's all I wanted to talk about now.

We need to talk about how Tony Soprano invented the dab

He did. In 2002. Right after he killed Ralphie in S04E09, "Whoever Did This."

F Spotify

So... I'd read about the dreaded 10,000-song library cap on Spotify accounts not too long ago, and I was thinking, "Damn, I gotta be getting close." And––sure enough––just this morning, I try to save some albums to my account and I get the above message inside the blue stripe. (Sidebar: Why blue? Should be a deathly red, because that's how it felt getting the cheeky, way-too-cute alarm.)

Look, Spotify is bad for about a 100 reasons. But despite/in spite of all of them, it was PRETTY GOOD and it had MOST OF THE MUSIC. That was always my bar. I'll gladly pay $10 a month to listen to MOST OF THE MUSIC on apps/players that both work and designed PRETTY GOOD. This was my policy. But I have my limits. The "Save Album" feature was crucial. Because, each and every week, I trick myself into thinking I have the time to listen to ~3-9 new records that come out, and I have Google Calendar system and everything, alerting me when said records are live in the wild. But now that I can't tag these records, I'm not sure what the hell I'm supposed to do.

And make no mistake about it, this is dumb. There is no reason for this cap. I'm not downloading 10,000 songs; I'm merely tagging them so they'll easily show up in my library. 10,000 could not be a more arbitrary number. Their stock response is basically, "Well not many people save that much music so... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ "

It really is infuriating and I'm currently ripping music off the Spotify web player on my laptop because fuck it. I'll probably cancel my account now too.

In happier tech news, I finally figured out to "hack" my kindle tablet to access the Google Play store so now I can download a bunch of time-wasting apps on that thing and free up some space on my iPhone. Hooray.

The T H I NG about this blog is that it''ll be something for a-while then it will be different, then something else entirely

Finally the last old thing I am republishing here. In 2010/2011 I was pretty obsessed with the Andrew WK 'controversy' and compiled a rather lengthy post about it with the outrageously pretentious title "My Advanced Hero: Andy Wilkes-Krier, or The Possibly Contrived Advancement of Andrew WK" which you can read in its mostly unedited form below. I will add that the story seems to have dissipated, though I don't follow 'the news' close enough to tell you for sure.

What do our Billboard #1 albums say about American culture?

Another dispatch from the past. Preserved here... for some reason.

On the day after Halloween 2009, I wrote the piece "Does Baseball = Self-Loathing?" and the world would never be the same. Would you like to read it now?

Two days before Halloween in 2009, I wrote the following piece, "Google is like Led Zeppelin (only better)." I'd like to share it with you now. I love you.

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I'm secretly pissed friends are coming down to Philly tomorrow night (to see a different show) and I'm missing this.

Sometimes I get emails that were meant for a real estate agent in Utah who has the exact same name as me and I find them pretty amusing. I think about this Alternate Me selling ski property in Park City and I just chill inside that thought.

I ACTUALLY SAW THIS STICKER (<---RIGHT) ON A PICKUP TRUCK THE OTHER DAY NEAR LANGHORNE, PA. LMFAO THINKING ABOUT THE DUDE WHO PURCHASED THIS AND THEN STUCK IT ON HIS CAR. LIKE THINKING ABOUT WHAT HE WAS LITERALLY THINKING AS HE ACTUALLY PEELED OFF THE BACK OF THE STICKER AND PUT IT ON HIS DUMB TRUCK. ON THE SURFACE IT'S LIKE, "HEHE, THIS IS REALLY GONNA RILE SOME FEATHERS," BUT BUBBLING UNDERNEATH IT'S DEFINITELY "JESUS CHRIST––HOW DEEP DOWN GAY AM I? FUCK!" SAD. THIS CUNTRY IS PRETTY MUCH EFFED LOL.

THIS SHIT is real, lit.... woke even.
comibe with post one post AWAY JEFF&&&&&&

This is how I look at twitter now 👀

I caught myself looking at tweets too much with my "look but dont touch" acct @cucumbers247, and so as it were, I downloaded some weird off-brand twitter app and made it look like this.

The though being I wont look at it as much? Idk time will tell.

Can someone please explain the joke on this popsicle stick my daughter gave me earlier?

Q: What gets the more it dries?A: A Towel

LOL WHA

adding to my expereince last night watching the TWIN PEAKS RETURN PARTS 1&2:

  • my dad was sleeping sitting straight up on the couch in the adjacent room
    (could hear his breathing throughout)
  • my parents dog who is old and has these weird open sores was sleeping near
    me and the stink her sores emit is truly something

there is a wifi network near me named "Laura Palmer" which is the name of a very important character from the TV show Twin Peaks, which I have just gotten back into heavily in anticipation of the forthcoming reboot; I noticed this wifi network right around the same time, but you see this is probably just a coincidence because the name of the street I live on is "Palmer" and maybe this wifi network belongs to someone named "Laura [whatever her last name is]" and she also lives on this street "Palmer" and we are neighbors. who knows, though... we're all just spinning on this crazy rock called earth; it probably don't matter fam

It's true, my daughter hath declared . . .

The "Go!" Embargo is over

My daughter is two and she loves Paw Patrol. My wife and I love it too. There's just something about it. IDK that's not what this post is about sorry*.

But every episode when the pups transition from dogs into dogs who do crime-fighting with cool outfits on, they play a song with a repetitive "Go!" chant. My wife and I like to chant along and also say "Go!" during this song. My daughter, until yesterday, did not allow this.

"Don't say 'go'," my daughter would, without fail, declare. We had to respect her wishes.

Then, after much pleading and, frankly, stern inquisition over why it was exactly she did not want her parents to sing along with the repetitive cartoon song, she said, "You can say 'go'." We tested her, saying "Go!" over and over the next time the song played. As if by reflex, she yet again declared, "Don't say 'go'." But then I said, "you just said we could say 'go'?" And she said, "Oh yeah, you can say 'go'." Hell yeah we can.

And so that's that. The "Go!" Embargo is over.

*my favorite character is Zuma, though, in case you were wondering, because he calls everybody "dude."

CONFESSION TIME THEATRE: Sometimes, I like to make a second pot of coffee for 'the day' and then consume some/most/all of it. This coffee pot is almost always the 'cheap blend'––in this case is the Chock Full o' Nuts NY blend (See image, left). This pot usually does the trick' but leaves me somewhat in 'gastrointestinal distress' on occasion. This is not an ideal state, as I feel my mind and body are not NSYNC.

I ran around the Kensington/Port Rich/Fishtown periphery yesterday, Easter Sunday, about a 5-mile trek along Aramingo, Lehigh and Front, no big deal, and let me tell you the crazies were out in full effect. My theory is that the holidays, especially the old religions ones cloaked with obscene blasts of spectacle and color, tend to bring out the worst in people, or if not the worst then the pain which might've been bubbling just under the surface for a long long time. I ran by a screaming woman, barefoot outside an Exxon and she did what looked like downward dog but it wasn't real yoga and I couldn't hear her because I was blaring 10cc's The Original Soundtrack at max volume on my ~$7 Panasonic earbuds (highly recommended btw). I videotaped this event and thusly have the visual evidence and could examine what she was hollering about––if said hollering was at all coherent––but I don't know if I should watch the video. My LIFECAST.INFO has hit a predictable snag, but not so jagged/harsh that I feel like giving up. I will rise again, much like Señor Jesus. The fate of this woman though, both in life and in my future in the arts, is uncertain.

The fact that I was present to run at all on this day of days might also be noteworthy: my dog is ill. While the rest of the family drove to New Jersey for some festivities, I took watch over our loyal, excitable pup Franklin, an 8-year-old jet black mutt. His stomach ain't right. He needed to be let out on the hour, every hour, and I won't get into the particulars of canine diarrhea, especially in a big city with no nearby (private) wooded/grassy areas. It's not exactly an Easter egg hunt.

I love making descent songs

❝ Greg Bisby must have been a busy Greg, his ready to rock release sounds like it had been juiced up on a weird experimental cocktail that might be pretty harmful towards your health, but pretty much beneficial towards the creative process. The first song on it is sounding the most sober, a descent song with wonderful sung words and music that most young performers would die for; a classy act of song making and writing all awesomely executed with evidence of a slight delirium going on. Or at least that’s what it seems to convey over from over where I have been standing; the inside therapy room at the local lunatic asylum, cause they have a good set of speakers!

R.U. Ready 2 Rock?––both its descent and ascent songs, apparently––has been 'reviewed' at a place called Yeah I Know It Sucks. Wait, you know? Wait, who are you? Oh geez.

why do u have to pay to register an internet domain? like why does godaddy or whoever else "own" that hot-ass dot com or dot biz? i've always wondered this; been a top thing I've a'wondered 'bout since like 2006 or so

One of my biggest personality 'flaws' (if you will) is my gross inability to reasonably determine how long it's gonna take for me to 'do things'; these things could be literally anything, mind you. This is hell in terms of how my to-do lists fair.

It's Day 69: The 69th Day of the Year

Oh wow what a time to be alive. I got good ideas and almost none of them are political. I can't help a single cat get out of tree. If you think about life as each day is the dumbest day in the history of days then you'll finally be able to taste the beauty. Constantly improving, self against self, you'll see your reflection as one of the rich persons dancing unaffected but charitable in a realm of undefined, undefeated consciousness. A whimper cut from a howl burning in the sleepless night is the only rallying cry you'll need, fam. Till then, just remain secure in each and every decision, and continue to use the tools to broadcast these choices in however, whatever shapeless form your tech gear and networking data plans allow. A shoe can eschew a sock but it must live with the stench this decision creates. "Content before art like the horse, the cart, even the buggy and all, every tiny bug," I say to my right leg. I'm a big bug. S/O all my other insects alive on planet earth right now. S/O to every big bug writing a YouTube comment right now. Y'all the true poets of these modern times. I can and will do better because I don't know different from this ghost, this restlessness. I'm eating sherbet on a plastic island. Making every right decision because there's no such things as shame, editing, humor and bodies here in 2005. Stay tuned, America. I long to kiss you with international contentment flung deep into your greatest, uncharted valleys and holes. I long to stuff your pale holes and zones with so much ad revenue that that which generated the sum will explode in a patchy, static broadcast too shaky to make out. The indeciphered, sitting pretty, crowned eternal eyeballs champion at 162-0, will make vivacious screams deep until night explains morning with just a blink. I shudder; to think?

My dog's DNA results

Years ago, the owner of my dog's sister's got a DNA test and shared the results. So while these are not truly 'his DNA results' they are 'close enough'. This is what I wrote on January 24th, 2012:

This is 100% real. I'm not sure how much this cost (or how accurate it is) but they bought it to shut up their know-it-all vet who insisted that Dezi (my dog's sister) was a black lab. It's interesting. We know exactly who their parents are--which is itself an odd 'luxury' most dog owners can never have--and we knew that Pops was a purebred golden. But we had no clue what exactly the mother's makeup was, though several people (not me) had insisted she had a good amount of boxer blood. They were right.

BIG, BLACK

UNDERRATED RECORD 🚨

I've never been to japan

I didn't make yesterday's movie. Not yet. I have a title, though. It's called The Green Jpeg and its about poetry.

On Saturday night I went to see this band Anvil at Johnny Brenda's in Philly, which is a place where bands play almost every night just a couple blocks away from my house. They were really great. Yesterday (Sunday 5 March 2017) it was "pay-what-you-want" day at the Art Museum. The Art Museum is not such a great place to bring a 2.5-year old FYI. We got yelled at by several of the men and women in suits. No running. No jumping off the benches like a maniac. That sort of thing. But they had some cool kid activities like a painting station where you could make your own little sailboat. They even had a robot sea otter named Sammy the Sea Otter who was controlled by an older fellow from the U.S. Coast Guard via remote control. My daughter liked Sammy.

It's nice living life in Philadelphia or wherever you live. Maybe you live in Japan? I've never been.

Later last night, I watched the movie Tickled on HBO Go. It's a documentary about competitive tickling but really it's about something else. I recommend it.

Today I woke up and decided to live my life some more. That's what I'm doing now. I am plotting the movie I will make about today which is not just a movie but true art because it is the greatest symbol of living your life. This seems like a true statement. In the car I thought maybe I'd call the film The Slog or perhaps Slog Life, but now I think I'll take it in a different direction. I don't know what that means. Not yet.

Here is an asian-type red dot emoji, a symbol of friendship for any of my readers in Japan:

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In late January, Vernon Howl (ex-@vernonhowl) got into a Twitter conversation with a Weird Al fanatic

The esteemed Pizza Puppies user just released an a cappella record available for free here.

This is probably the coolest photo I've ever taken. It's def the coolest photo of my dog. Full size here.

Just discovered Mukbang and now I want to die...

I don't think I've actually ever seen any "fake news" tbh. Like, what are we dealing with here, "President Obama Got His Dick Bit Off by a Raccoon?" How fake is this fake news, is what I'm asking. Have I clicked on it and not known it (like stepping in a trace amount of 💩?).

My personal theory on the matter is that the entire concept is a Russian/Trump misdirect aimed at causing general confusion and uncertainty among the masses. See the Adam Curtis doc HyperNormalisation for more on the potential of this theory.

But seriously, in the meantime, if anyone could forward me a link to an actual, confirmed bit of fake news, I'd appreciate it.

Somewhat troubled by my recent frequently used emojis tbh.

GET READY

I just unearthed a new DIY invention. I was trying to make a homemade stylus for drawing on my macbook's trackpad, and wasn't having a ton of luck. Then I noticed the grapefruit rind sitting on my desk. I picked up a piece and voila! The damn thing worked as skin-like texture and was super-responsive. Here is the first drawing I made just by using a still kinda moist sliver to draw with my fingers:


Enter, PHASE 2: Now I just need to build a stylus using a piece of grapefruit rind attached to the end of a pen or something. This idea is gonna be gold. I'm gonna make a YouTube video about it tomorrow and it's gonna get at least 45,000 views over the next five years because––as you can see from the screengrab at the top of this post––I'm clearly the first person to have this kooky idea.

I've said it before and I'll say it again …

I can basically always do without the saxophone 🎷 — the only exception being "Sex Bomb" by Flipper. That's all. Thank you.

On the left you'll see how I'm organizing my writing projects on my iPhone using the native Notes app. My daily goal is 5-10K words and, although I come up way short all the time, I still feel it's a solid mark for me to try and hit. On the right is my Google Drive folder where I back up everything / keep finished projects. When a project is done I put an avocado emoji (🥑) in the title field. Thanks for reading this website.

Had a dream last night where I found couscous under my toenail.

So a lot of the ads for Las Vegas are just like "come here if you like hangovers?" which seems like a really weird as campaign but maybe this the product of not having consumed alcohol for 36 days. Not sure.

The Cult of Christmas Lights in Princeton New Jersey

I lived in Princeton, NJ for a few years. There is a weird (unspoken?) tradition of folks leaving their xmas lights up way, way into the new year. Honestly, some people will leave their outside xmas lights on until Easter. I don't know if this 'tradition' has been noted anywhere; I attempted to google, however briefly, and came up empty. I don't hate it this, mind you. The mind goes to a happy place, even unconsciously, in the presence of xmas lights, even jogging in the cold, as I was last evening. I just want some confirmation that this is indeed 'a thing'––please help.

I need to push my body to the limits of abstraction

Hi. If you're like me, you're constantly wondering what is the purpose of human existence. This is why I choose to run marathons and this is why I choose to become the world's most prolific songwriter and one of its most prolific art-makers (in general, ad nausem, semper fi, forever and forever amen). One can explore in these seemingly fruitless excursions into mental/physical exhaustion something akin to a drug, I guess. Pushing your body towards the edge of [death?] leads to an abstraction, an abstraction of self and possibly even the 'idea' of human beings. If we are able to level consciousness through narcotics and there is no other way to do this, then that doesn't say much about the nature of existence. So begins my new journey tonight: training for my second marathon on May 7th in Cincinnati, Ohio. I hope to run at least four more marathons after this (Boston, NYC, [another random, potentially west coast American city] & [international city]), and I'd like to get into mega-marathon running, if not on an organized level, then on a solely individual level. I'd love to run from Philadelphia to Raleigh, for example, to visit family one day.

Using a new word counter app. I like to see my progress in real time. The only thing I care about is that word count. This is from a collection of ultra-flash fiction (each 'story' is ~50 words or less) called Six Six Six, because there will be 666 total stories when I'm done.

I googled the word "Scruples" and it turns out there is a strip club in Bucks County PA named Scruples lol. Here is their blogspot blog lol (free lunch of Fridays FTW, amirite?). The definition of a "skro͞op" (slang for scruple) is "a feeling of doubt or hesitation with regard to the morality or propriety of a course of action" so I guess that is an OK name for a strip club. IDK. Nothing matters. My dog is gambling on sports now.

Hear me out

The iPhone autofill emoji when you type "good" is, for me, 👌. This is like supposed to be the *magnifique* hand gesture I guess? Whatever. The point is I've adopted an unofficial policy of always adding the autofill emojis no matter what. But, for the record, in this case, the 👌emoji is not a gesture I would ever use in real life. I just felt compelled to clear the air on this topic. Thank you.

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Imagine if I just did a blog post which was just an eagle emoji in the post title feed and the post content area was just a sentence about how this was the blog I was currently doing? Imagine that. Thanks 🙏

Mark Baumer, etc.

I could do a thousand posts about Mark Baumer and maybe I will. He created so much in his 33 years on this planet. Here is a smattering of things…

tfw u r scared someone might steal ur chair so u chain it 2 ur house but u r so proud of ur cigarette butt collection u put a lil 🇺🇸 flag in the cigarette butt pot

#AppGame: This is what my iPhone looks like📱

Happy to answer any questions you might have about my apps/apps usage/apps arrangement. I love apps.

I don't think I'll ever go see La La Land. I'm gonna make it my new Titanic which I made a pact to never see and have kept to this day.

I'm about to eat lunch

For the majority of the last 100 days of my life I have spent my lunches with Mark Baumer.

During the work week especially, religiously, I would queue up his blog and his vlog and I would eat my lunch as I read about his journey and watched his daily videos. I'm about to eat lunch now and Mark Baumer is gone. There will be no more posts, no more content. This is so sad.
CONNECT WITH TRBIUTE POST ABOUT MARK JOEFF

There was a lot of tension in Mark's last video and I was definitely worried about this but as facts have come in, it does appear that this was a tragic accident. Read coverage in the New York Daily News and Daily Mail (UK).

a Mark Baumer greatest hit

😢 Mark had sent me an email with an excerpt of one of his projects years ago and I can't find it in gmail :(

RIP Mark Baumer

I'm feeling pretty devastated right now. There was no bigger creative influence in my life than the writer and artist and poet Mark Baumer. His daily dispatches were a true highlight of my day. Mark was struck and kicked by a car walking across america raising awareness and money for climate change, and it's left me feeling insanely empty.