nov 26 in idea barrages

When you’re blanketed in thirst traps on social media, that becomes a thirst tarp.

I like to think that Baton Rogue has a suburb, to the south, called Couilles Bleu.

Let’s stop calling them reboots and remakes and sequels and prequels, let’s just call them all “knock-offs”. It doesn’t matter if a corporation owns the intellectual property, corporate intellectual property is broken, technical ownership doesn’t canonize. All knock-offs.

Too many Mudslides can give you Shaken Baileys Syndrome.

I am of a weird age, technologically. I do not keep a paper day planner but I don’t just bark the setting of 50,000 alarms into my cell phone either. I neatly type my commitments into a txt file that I keep pinned on my laptop computer. I am legally Middle Aged.

Why call it a “front loader” when you could call it a “missionary position truck”?

If Springsteen puts on a French hat, does that make it an Asbury Beret? The kind that you’d buy in a second-hand store? Asbury Beret?

A punk band called Husker Doo, where you all dress up as punkified members of The Mystery Gang, but maybe otherwise you’re just a straight-forward punk band, just to mess with people who assume the themeing would be followed through musically.