Every Word You Think
Can’t Fix Stupid
Ron White left me rolling too many times.
Handouts
Jax ‘n Anna live for ’em here.
Best 2023 Nature Photographers
Thomas Vijayan takes top honors for that spectacular ice sheet shot. I liked the Jaguar following, but they are all awesome. I live for voyeurism these days. It’s all about heat and light at the most fundamental levels of our existence. Photographers are working well with the light.
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If Only…
Favorite Living Guitar Player
I actually have two favorite people from Sweden. So far.
Mean Place
War Pigs
Been wondering when this was gonna come up.
Free Fallin’
Alright Randall! Got an early laugh today. Nice.
Chainsaws and Chuckwagons
Looks like everybody had a great time again this year! I haven’t made it out for this event recently, but will try again next year. Definitely going to Miner’s Day this year…
Desi Lydic Foxsplains
New category combo! Politics and Art. With Hollywood and the TV business out to lunch, podcasters are getting it on. I can almost comprehend this incredibly entertaining young lady with enough weed in me.
Jason Aldean is a Culture War-Pandering Cunt
I was waiting to see if this fuckwit was going to do exactly what I expected after being called out for the MAGA POS he is. He did not disappoint.
“got a gun that my granddad gave me, they say one day they’re gonna round up, well, that shit might fly in the city, good luck.”
Jason Aldean is NO DIFFERENT than the MAGA politicians he supports with this base-inciting hogwash. It’s not about guns or small towns. It’s about an entertainer pandering to the base, playing what he thinks they want to hear. The message doesn’t matter, as long as they buy his music.
Cancel culture’s OK for Bud Lite™ but not him. Fuck off, cunt.
Get It?
Gabriella Quevedo
This lady is amazing.
Tina Turner
“In the late ’70s, Tina Turner was dropped from her record label after two consecutive solo albums tanked. Following a protracted, acrimonious divorce from Ike — her husband, musical collaborator, and tormentor — she preened and growled through a blistering cover of Elton John’s “The Bitch Is Back”; if you lived in the United States, you might’ve missed it unless you’d caught one of her simmering cabaret shows or picked up 1978’s Rough. A decade earlier, Tina taught Mick Jagger his moves and was recruited to open for the Rolling Stones, while Janis Joplin sang the Tennessee legend’s praises to Dick Cavett. By ’79, Tina had made appearances in the Stones’ Gimme Shelter documentary, the Who’s silver-screen adaptation of Tommy, and the Bee Gees’ Sgt. Pepper film. But United Artists (before it got devoured by EMI) refused to schedule a U.S. release for her next album, Love Explosion, a grab bag of expertly sung if overproduced funk, soul, and disco tracks. Money was tight, bookings were thinning out, and Tina was making unglamorous, unpopular plays to keep from fading into obscurity, like performing in Vegas or in South Africa during apartheid. She had given up a great deal in the divorce to free herself from a pattern of abuse and manipulation. Now, she had children to feed and songs to sing.”
Timing Is Everything
Even when it’s slow.
