Job Number One
Job number one is to clear your flight path and not hit shit.
My Bawdy Muse
I blogged about bawdy songbooks — mine and others’ — in April, 2015, and will share with you what I wrote then.
Red State Blues?
I don’t want to jinx it, so no more election talk for now.
Air-Minded: Contraband Crocodile
Snakes on a plane, meet contraband crocodile.
C-Word Connections
I don’t mind confessing that my favorite thing about colder weather is not having to walk the dogs at the crack of dawn.
This Is My Birthday Song
See what thou hast wrought, Chuck?
Plug & an Update, Two Bits
In an era when “creators” monetize and paywall content, it’s nice to know the old school internet culture of freely sharing information lives on.
How Is This 2022?
As promised Saturday, we voted. Armed fascist vigilantes are watching ballot drop boxes in Phoenix, but we didn’t see any here in Tucson, and we were looking for them. Maybe that’s because the drop box by our neighborhood library wasn’t there on Saturday — do they lock it up inside when the library’s closed? We […]