@mattzollerseitz.bsky.social The local university museum had an exhibit of pulp cover paintings. Fairly certain this is a detail from the Frazetta they had on offer; truly an excellent exhibition.

Pretty sure Walmart sold the “Rope. Journalist. Tree.” shirt back in the day. But these things are usually the left hands not knowing what the right hands are doing, pun I guess somewhat intended.

When Jarvis Cocker covers R.E.M.

Beguiled by this. It’s not even near beer, “just” carbonated water/tea, but with assertive hops presence and legit head. I’ve never done carbonated tea, and the absolute lack of body is a huge headfake when you sip. Flavor is in that same uncanny valley as any canned soda water, but: I’ll buy again.

I also love how he consistently promotes “Cronenbergundian” as his self-referential adjective.

WordleBot!

@danchaon.bsky.social Cosmic coincidences: Last night my bedside stack finally offered up SLEEPWALK; afterward, on social media, I saw a belated birthday appreciation of Jonathan Banks. Realizing I couldn't recall any young Banks performances, I popped in 48 HRS. And who do I encounter? Billy Bear.