Somehow I have a faintly colorful group of friends. One set's dad was pals with John Ashcroft. One invited us along to a Harold Camping seminar as a laff. It's probably for the best that I didn't help organize a Special Expedition to Freedom Fest.

Oh, fun. one of my besties' great uncles makes an appearance, if only in passing.

Aside from everything else, its amazing as a postscript for the play

Here it is again with alt

One caveat: if their children ever claim: "but my parents did it the right way" we can ship their ass off to where their parents came from, with a bus ticket and $20

It did not take Carolina long to settle. We grabbed O+W as well to encourage confident playtime.

I also saw it several times without noticing and am now laughing very hard (with you)

Where's the nastiness? All i see are direct quotes from relevant accounts

I should probably revisit Autumn of the Patriarch - I feel it beginning to bounce around in my skull in a way that it didn't when I read it eons ago.

I know it feels like that, but it's mostly because even most literate folks are only being trained on a handful of the highest profile, least US aligned fascisms and authoritarianisms. My impression is that this is par for the course, especially among US backed regimes.

One time in college I was visiting a girl I fancied.

She had a deer skull on her door.

I said that to myself. And then I spent the next 15 minutes laughing uncontrollably.

Ive been thinking about that since i saw that video. I can kinda justify it as: license sales let us sell the hardware closer to cost while licensing profits pay us back for time investment.

But my heart isn't in it

6'6"?

and we, The New Yorker, do not expect a great work. WE expect an angry and self pitying outburst that rejects introspection and responsibility while looking to align themselves with whatever reactionary factions of culture will still take their calls.