Imma end it like this tonight…

Brains do terrible stuff sometimes.

When I was looking in my freezer just now, I saw a DiGiorno frozen pizza. (I do not receive any compensation from this brand or its subsidiaries. The brand name is relevant to the post. Stay with me here.)

My brain, I think because I’d just seen mention of this mash-up, immediately started making me sing, to the tune of Marilyn Manson’s “The Beautiful People”…

The DiGiorno pizza
The DiGiorno pizza
It’s not really pizza but it’s sorta like pizza

…and then I decided to go to bed, before I got any deeper into the lyrics.

Just finished watching The Irishman.

The blue contacts weirded me out more than the de-aging technology did.

Yeah, I watched it. I had to. I’m from New Jersey originally, and I’ve been watching mob movies since well before I could understand them.

I don’t think that it was Goodfellas good, but 3 1/2 hours went by at a pretty decent pace. I enjoyed some of the performances quite a bit, especially Pesci, Pacino, and Lucy Gallina, who played young Peggy Sheeran. Kid had almost no lines, and she still stole every scene she was in. DeNiro, it’s weird. They didn’t have a lot in common, but when I watch present-day DeNiro, I just hear and see my father, so that’s kinda complicated, but he did what Robert DeNiro does.

It’s on Netflix as of 3 AM Eastern time, so if you’re a fan, you’re curious, and you have the time, give it a whirl.

In which our hero discusses productivity


I did some unholy shit to my to-do list today.

The kinda shit that mostly only happens in really screwed up manga that your 12 year old cousin reads.

It was like THAT.

And I’m not done yet.

See, I’m posting about this here, rather on some rat fuck Big Social site (yeah, they’ll get a link to it and maybe a preview that doesn’t look like shit, but the GOLD, that’s just for here), in the interest of not giving those assholes who run those things so much of my life energy, and maybe starting to build something lasting here, where y’all can hang out, read, comment, communicate with each other, that kinda shit. I’ve only got a few of you commenting so far, and if I’m lucky, I might add a few more on this post (email me to apply for a commenting account, as I can’t let just anyone in on the 2019 Internet), but 1 or 2 would be a victory, and the more times I post, and the more times I put this request out, the better chance we have of starting to build a community without Zuckerberg, Dorsey, or whatever motherfuckers run Discord up in our shit. Let’s do something fun.

And seriously.

My to-do list.


Fucking thing totally didn’t see it coming.

It was like the monster at the end of this book was really that shit from Watchmen, and it decided to form a Deicide tribute band or something.

On The Rocks

I think a lot about the best drink order I ever witnessed.

I was at the late, great Alcatraz, a metal bar on the corner of St. Mark’s and A one evening in the mid-1990s, and a disgusted looking gentleman walked in and slumped down on the bar stool next to me.

“Glass’a shit on the rocks”, he grumbled to the bartender.

A moment later, the bartender grabbed a bottle of the cheapest whiskey they had in the place, threw some ice in a rocks glass, and poured the gentleman his drink.

Before drinking even a drop of it, the look of disgust had disappeared from the gentleman’s face, replaced by a smile, the kind of smile a person gets when they feel truly understood by another person.

“Thank you”, he said.

My Favorite Albums of 2018

In no particular order, but listen to the Wreckless Eric record first, because it’s an adventure.

Wreckless Eric-Construction Time & Demolition
Andrew W.K.-You’re Not Alone
The Damned-Evil Spirits
The Motels-The Last Few Beautiful Days
Zeal & Ardor-Stranger Fruit
John Grant-Love Is Magic
The London Suede-The Blue Hour
Anaal Nathrakh-A New Kind Of Horror
Neneh Cherry-Broken Politics
Voivod-The Wake
Aaron Lee Tasjan-Karma For Cheap
Mass Gothic-I’ve Tortured You Long Enough

(Wherever I could, I got people as many different music outlet options as I could. When I couldn’t, I shot for Bandcamp. If I couldn’t do that, I went to Spotify.)

In addition, this is my annual “kind of the short version of the year” playlist for 2018:

Questions? Comments? Discuss!