The Land of Curdled Milk & Honey

Sometimes I wonder what it’s like on Conserva-Earth, where this nasty woman lives. Do young couples elope because they hate each other? Does the water smell vaguely of urine? Are surfaces coated with a thin layer of grime? Does everyone carry? Are pimples considered marks of beauty? Who are their role models? The Walton family? […]

Friday Bag o’ Regrets

Can I say I regret what’s going on with Bill Cosby without everyone interpreting it to mean I regret what’s happening to Bill Cosby? What’s in it for the women coming forward with their accusations? At this late date they must know Bill Cosby isn’t going to be prosecuted. They must know there’s no chance of suing him successfully; any evidence […]

Tuesday Bag o’ Gotcha

What magazine would not have published such a fascinating story? And what is a working journalist, who sells stories for a living, supposed to do when the forces of self-righteousness on social media rise against him? Quit writing and get a job at Burger King?

‘Ello, ‘Ello

So now I’m on Ello too. And my wife says I’m not social. Let’s see: there’s Facebook, my own blogs (which number three, not counting the embroidery blog I set up for Donna), the Daily Kos diary page, Twitter, Google+, Flickr, and a Tumblr. I think at one point I had a LiveJournal account … oh, yeah, and […]

Hey, Baby

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nvccehgpXP4[/youtube] I thought this video, which has been widely shared on Twitter, would be all over Facebook by now, but so far no one in my small circle of friends has posted it. Too often, when women try to explain the sexual harassment they experience on the street, fending off or trying to ignore comments and […]

Evil Twitter, Saintly Dogs

I’m souring on Twitter. It’s still of use as a check on breaking news, but god, so many assholes piling on other assholes. It’s not just #gamergate: the other day I read a long series of tweets that seemed to be accusing actor Rainn Wilson of being a rapist. That was news to me, so I Googled it: apparently Wilson […]

Saturday Bag o’ Catch-Up

Home from my travels, trying to get back in the blogging swing. Which sounds like a piece of recreational sex equipment. Come join me on the blogging swing, baby. I’m outraged at so many things, but nothing I say … nothing twenty thousand equally outraged bloggers might say … will stay human idiocy from its appointed […]

Friday Bag o’ Crashes

When they didn’t immediately locate the pilot of the Massachusetts Air Guard F-15 that crashed in West Virginia Wednesday morning, I figured he was dead. An eyewitness reported seeing a parachute, which led to hopes the pilot had ejected and survived, but since there’d been no radio contact with him I assumed he’d either been killed during the […]