I want this to mean what it seems like it means.

Sluggo here is equal parts “I would prefer not to” and “tune in, turn on, drop out.” And for as sad as Bartelby’s nihilism makes me, and for as angry as Leary’s opportunism makes me, Sluggo’s energy is always correct and necessary. Especially now.

It’s a poor excuse to drop that genius Bushmiller panel which is somehow never not current and applicable. Here it is again:

If Alice Notley doesn’t remember the flawless bit of parallel parking I did in front of Kaladi Coffee, maybe she remembers talking about this:

The Rice Krispies treats dried out despite cling wrap, so we went to a Yoshitomo Nara exhibit.

Started the third fucking section of Absolution by @jeffvandermeer.bsky.social at a local Irish pub, looked up from the book and saw, fuck, this:

My contribution to today’s festivities included reducing the tree trunk’s diameter by at least 1/3 so it would fit into the stand.