Seven Notes & Three Chords
Aldean’s music is the music of resentment. There’s just the one clef, with seven notes & three chords.
It Burns
May was nice. June too. But now it’s July and scenes like this are fading memories. We’re in a prolonged heat wave. They say people in Phoenix are being hospitalized with second-degree burns (third-degree in some cases, per CNN) after collapsing on 180°F sidewalks. If it’s happening in Phoenix, it’s happening in Tucson. Walking the […]
I, Robot Slut
I’ve been on Bluesky’s waitlist for more than two months, twiddling my thumbs on the couch with Mahomet, Jugdish, Sidney, and Clayton.
The Glorious Fourth
What, to the American slave, is your 4th of July?
Red In Tooth & Claw
Last couple of days, the dogs and I have skipped our morning walks. It sucks, but I’m worried for our safety, and with reason.
And the Cob You Rode in On
According to my sources, today’s National Corn on the Cob Day.
Thursday Bag o’ Updates
Donna’s at her annual sewing guild retreat, partying with friends, free from the demands of kitchen, hearth, husband, and dogs.
Baby Won’t You Drive My Car
Pro tip: a suicide knob on the steering wheel is a must for driving with a dog in your lap.