Thomas A. Long

What's up? Nothing much. Just minding my own business, immanentizing the eschaton.

My account has been hacked by a cheap Slavoj Žižek impersonator. His "creative mind dances," but it has two left lobes.

The picknickers represent capital. The ranger is the state. Yogi is the bourgeoisie. Boo-Boo is the proletariat.

This is a temporarily functional system. But eventually the contradictions will mount. Who speaks for Boo-Boo?

If it sits there long enough, it will accumulate some creative expression.

I made faces at it like the "tragedy" theater mask. I hope someone was inside and saw me. It was parked.

And I just saw a white Cybertruck. The end of days is overdue.

I was just being impatient with a certain piece of crap (mass-market "product") that I have to use for work and glitches about 30 times a day. Time is not money; time is time, and that's why I get angry when mine is wasted.

Fuck the cloud.

Oh, Carol's!

AWAY from militarism and racism? This guy?

Target? Never heard of it. Sounds awful.

I don't feel like I can trust CBS, either.

These muthafuckin pretzels are makin me thirsty as fuck!!

Næturvaktin (transl. The Night Shift) is an Icelandic television series. It is the first in a trilogy, its sequels being Dagvaktin (transl. The Day Shift) and Fangavaktin (transl. The Prison Shift).

Rush if Neil Peart were into Nietzsche instead of Ayn Rand:

"If you choose not to deicide, you still have made God dead."

Always preferred Richard Hell to Billy Idol anyway. Obviously.

I belong to the blank generation, and
I can take it or leave it each time, well
I belong to the — generation, but
I can take it or leave it each time

Yes yes yes yes yes there was the band Generation X, but nobody was using that name to describe my stupid g-g-generation.

The whole concept of generations is stupid, but also, Gen X is the worst generation. This is Maoist self-criticism, which I was taught in college in the '80s, before anyone was using the term Gen X. Those were the days. I blame Douglas Coupland and myself.

Watchin' World Baseball Classic, rootin' for the communists.

Amen

I was around for the New Howdy Doody Show (76-77). Didn't catch on. I never understood why my mom was a fan of the original. I was strictly a Bozo kid.

We won't even get a new J. Fred Muggs.

I saw JJ at my law school. His son, Junior, was a 3L when I was a 1L.

Lights. For night mowing.

Ha, and Rehnquist, too. Chief Justice John. But that's a whole story.

I didn't care for him. I went to see him speak at my college, but it was free. Same auditorium where I saw G. Gordon Liddy a couple years earlier.

My dad had a Nat Lamp subscription. And Playboy. I was allowed to read them, but I wasn't supposed to be sneaky about it. But I wanted to be sneaky about it. So I was sneaky even though I had permission.

"Lesson one. Steal about $40,000 from the credulous co-founder of Jet Propulsion Labs, who is gooped up on Crowley and sex magick and drugs."

Thought you said Gallery magazine at first. Which would fit with my general impression of Portland OR.