Just watched this video of a young woman singing a perfectly cromulent version of Dylan’s “It’s Alright Ma, I’m Only Bleeding” and she tagged the video, “be like Dylan, LOVE not HATE”, which means not only doesn’t she get Dylan, she doesn’t get the damn song she was singing.

Republicans continually want to believe they are a party of Churchills, when the evidence has always shown they are a party of Chamberlains.

Damn Dylan

Louise, she’s all right, she’s just near She’s delicate and seems like the mirror But she just makes it all too concise and too clear That Johanna’s not here The ghost of ’lectricity howls in the bones of her face Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place

Damn. Dylan’s great.

a very great man once said That some people rob you with a fountain pen It don’t take too long to find out Just what he was talking about A lot of people don’t have much food on their table But they got a lot of forks and knives And they gotta cut somethin’

When you’re more of a fan of schadenfreude than of either team, you always win when enjoying a sporting event.

Of course, it might also make you a terrible person.

I’m discussing with my therapist today.

My biggest fear at work is that if I get any dumber, I’m afraid they’ll make me management.

Reminder to self: Do not play The Kink’s Father Christmas around your daughter who still believes in Santa Claus.

Even if it’s a banger.

What’s the greatest song of the rock ‘n roll era and why is it Visions of Johanna?


If I’ve learned anything about conservatives it’s that you should always assume bad faith.

This was obvious to anyone who paid any sort of attention to Musk for years.

The whole “free speech” thing was just obvious bad faith BS.

Conservatism is incompatible with honesty.

I really want to give up on Twitter completely but I’m not quite there yet.

See, I’m an Atlanta sports fan and that means if I enjoy anything, it’s a good shit show.

And that’s Twitter.

6 out of every 14 days my life feels right. Thank God for those six days.

Making biscuits with Memaw.

Samantha makes Alfredo, while being as loony as possible. Helpful and loony. Heck of a combo.

An actual post by someone I used to respect on Facebook: “Joe Biden is really just a Republican.”

You really can’t fix stupid, can you?

Eddie Gallagher is murdering scum. 60 Minutes should be embarrassed.

Nothing to see here. Just two well-functioning, perfectly normal human beings.

Oh wow. The new Jason Isbell song is truly an anthem for the times. It’s great to see a”country” artist embracing the fight.

We don’t take requests, we won’t shut up and sing, tell the truth enough you’ll find it rhymes with everything

Of course, now comes the backlash.

So, after breakfast Saturday, Samantha and I were laying on the bed watching a video on her iPad she wanted to show me. After we finished, she got up and looked out the window and said “Daddy, it’s snowing.” I accused her of lying.

She wasn’t.

Yes, her “gloves” are my socks.

Sam to the doctor today:

I’m sick and it’s Friday so I get to have movie night with Dad tonight but I don’t get popcorn because my throat hurts and I can’t sleep in Dad’s bed tonight because I’m sick but that’s OK because Mommy doesn’t like it when I sleep in Dad’s bed anyway but she lives in a new house and I have a new room and I hope I get to go to the mall with Cole and jump tomorrow but I’m sick so I don’t know.

Four and a half years ago …

I was fortunate enough to see the remarkable Kelly Hogan in Atlanta last Friday night. She sounds as great in 2020 as the first time I saw her at the old Little Five Points Pub in 1990.

I can’t decide if the MLK tributes on the Apple and Google home pages are noble tributes to a noble man, or typically crass corporate shit.

Maybe it’s both.

Maybe I’m just too cynical.

That’s definitely true.

Samantha and the “class pet”, Rex the stuffed dinosaur. His “breath” was stinky so Samantha “brushed” his teeth.

If you’ve been fighting depression already, what could possibly be better than this?

The good news is that I have strep and not the flu.

Depression is a bitch. 2 out of every 3 days I’m barely functioning. I can pretend for my daughter, but that’s it. I’m falling behind at work. There’s so much to do around the house. I know I’ll be OK. This too will pass, right? But tonight? Tonight I’m struggling.