Erik Bader

Looks like the cover of a Last Days of Humanity album.

Wad it a hello or was it a YEOW? There’s no distinction btw.

10/10 weapons/armor. Also: Helen Mirren! Also this poster:

When I was a kid I saw the movie Excalibur and thought wow what a cool fantasy wish that was real then shortly after saw the weapons and armor room at the Philadelphia Museum of Art and was like omg Excalibur is REAL.

We get them in the winter here in New Jersey, among other weird ducks, which is why it’s called “Weird Duck Season.”

DGAF

Didn’t come home with me probably because didn’t want to get up.

Your first mistake was using your phone for anything besides phone calls.

Social media used to be where you’d go online and write something like “Cheese Fix Munchies are the greatest stoned snack of all time that is all” and ten years ago you’d read that and feel less alone but now you read this and feel more alone and that’s why it’s all over.

AI

AI

Ezra Pound got beat up by some punks on a train outside of Philly for reading a book in 1901. No dude in Philly has been dumb enough to read in public ever since.

AND the dude from Nitzer Ebb.

Yo.

The one analog audio sound that will never be replicated again is the way MTV sounded via a Jerrold cable box through a Zenith CRT television speaker after school in 1986.

Bright eyes…

Anyone who says think of it as a tool, is a tool.

Brookie is back.

What’s up?

Dave’s Killer Bread.

In 1998 I wrote an essay called “How to Be an Unpublished Author”, and, following the advice at the end of the essay, ripped it up and threw it in the garbage.

Just saying hi.

Last year evil neighbors hired Orkin to kill a possum “because it was digging under the shed.” The next night a baby possum showed up on our porch and ate some cat food. We named it Baby Carcosa. A year later it is older, uglier, and stronger than ever. We’ve updated its name. This is Carcass.

The last time I was at the Met I spent like four hours just on crazy Jesus paintings alone then stared at Tibetan mandalas until my brain started to melt and a security guard complimented my Polvo shirt and showed me his Polvo tattoo. 10/10 would Met again.

The best was after school detention because you got to ride the late bus home with all the cute smart girls who stayed after school for cute smart girl club stuff.

I’m currently reading The Mysteries of Udolpho by Ann Radcliffe (1794). No spoilers but there maybe a ghost? But you’re not entirely sure.