Coup d’Nom
Happily, users can change their Twitter handles as often as they like. I have the sense my coup d’nom won’t last long.
Thirteen Days to Go
Different shirts, same assholes. They were fascists then and they’re fascists now.
The Musical Fruit
Before I hit the kitchen, here are a couple of thoughts weighing on my mind.
Dogs and Fireworks and Bunnies, Oh My!
Donna and I celebrated New Year’s Eve with dinner and a movie: I grilled steaks, which we ate on trays while watching Harrison Ford chew up the scenery in Air Force One.
Seasonal Encroachment Disorder
Looking back at some of my earlier pre-Christmas blog posts, maybe I have a touch of seasonal depression. Well, at least I’m in good company, right?
Is There a Dream Doctor in the House?
I think it’s widely acknowledged there’s a difference between sleeping dreams and napping dreams.
Cheek to Cheek
True enough there’s never been an election like this in our country. It’s unbelievable, save for the fact it’s happening right in front of our eyes.
Very Fine People
It would be entirely in character for Trump, in a fit of loser spite, to pull the trigger on the kind of white supremacist street violence we saw last night.