Jim of Planet Houston

Gonna tell my son this is Flea, bassist for the Red Hot Chili Peppers.

A hand-drawn image of a spaceship resembling the USS Enterprise from Star Trek. The ship is labeled “USS MOTHERfucker” and has “S.S. REAPER” written on its side. It is firing a yellow laser beam at another spacecraft, which is exploding in red, orange, and yellow. Text below the image reads, “BOLDLY Fucking Your Shit Up.” The drawing is done with colored pencils or crayons in a rough, childlike style with crude humor.

pew pew pew bitch

cousin it from the addams family wearing a bowler hat and sunglasses

the coolest fucker who ever lived

The utterance of "A.I.'s inevitability" is one of the most stark pure performatives I've seen in my time working in higher ed. Every time it is uttered, it is clearly not reporting a fact about the world but instead actively trying to create the reality it narrates. We can and must refuse.

Post a banger not in English

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Thanks for putting this out there! Didn't even know about it.

Looked it up on YouTubes, which has it for free.

Watching it now.

The Smiths: self-titled; Meat is Murder; The Queen is Dead.

NIN: Pretty Hate Machine; Broken (EP); The Downward Spiral.

Alice In Chains: Facelift; Dirt; Jar of Flies (EP).

This post is how I found out Marty was married to Isabella Rossellini [for a little over three years!]. I had no idea.

Great description of the director.

There is literally no comic strip or book more pleasurable to read than GASOLINE ALLEY. These pages are so unbelievably beautiful, the characters age in real time, and it’s all both so sweet and also sad. And look at the color. 101 years old, it’s just unbelievable how fresh. Read GASOLINE ALLEY!

I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.

---The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath.

This one came to mind at a moment when I needed it most. I did. And still am.

Thank you, Sylvia.

It is tattooed on my forearm, in case I need it again.

This will be the most I have posted, but I wanted to remember years past, think about the present, and gird up for what's to come. With my Whitman in one hand and the other a clenched fist, let's see what you've got 2026.

And tonight, I fell asleep. Woke up at 11:50, drank chilled apple juice with my wife and son, clanked glasses to ring in the new year, and have been on the couch snacking.

We were talking and right at the zero hour, I asked for a kiss to ring in the new year. She smiled and put her hands on my cheeks to draw me close. It was lovely. Thought it was a promising year to come. Then she said she had to find her husband. Second worst year of my life followed.

In my younger, carefree single days, on a new year, was at a dance club with a friend. We were hoping to make a connection with somebody we'd meet. I spotted a woman with a Cure Wish concert T on, and that was enough to start a convo (I had seen them that very year). It was almost midnight.

We had snagged a table for four; after a while an older couple asked if they could sit with us (they, too, just wanted to sit rather than par-tay) and we got to talking. Just sharing perspectives on married life (newly, us; longtime, them). And we just listened to jazz.

My favorite new year, I was in Memphis with my wife. We had tickets to a celebration at the Peabody ("the south's grand hotel!") and roamed from ballroom to ballroom. Ended up in a little bar listening to a jazz trio.

We got along famously. Went to a house party, met the nicest people, ate fantastic bbq. Her co-worker got drunk and challenged me to grapple. We ate pie instead.

My second favorite new year, I was in Grand Island, Nebraska. Had met a woman in a yahoo movie chatroom, after Christmas, based on a comment I made about Shakespeare in Love. We got to chatting and she invites me up. With two friends, and no plan, I went.

An old man came out of the house, 1911 in hand, pointed it at the ground next to us, fired until the gun was empty, said "Happy New Year," and went back inside. We all then promptly left.

A different new year, I was standing in a front yard of someone's house with a bunch of friends. We were talking and generally enjoying the fireworks set off in the neighborhood.

One new year I was at a party where a bunch of nice people cornered me in a room and put on a Santana concert. Four hours later I was able to leave, and when I went outside revelers scattered when across the street someone stood in a ditch and fired an ak-47 into a cake.

My bartender friends have always called this AMATEUR NIGHT, the night when people who don't know how to drink suddenly think they're fucking Hemingway and "know how to drive drunk." That's who we're up against tonight on the roads. Love you all and will see you all here first thing tomorrow morning.

Nirvana - Where Did You Sleep Last Night (Live On MTV Unplugged, 1993 / Unedited) YouTube video by NirvanaVEVO

One thing I am thankful MTV did was Unplugged. 10000 Maniacs. Alice In Chains. But Nirvana's is my favorite, and an album I spin a lot. Start to finish. And it ends with me weeping to the final track:

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graduationscene YouTube video by lwohltman

It's also featured in the opening to Reality Bites. I think of it there before the original version pops into mind.
[starts at about 3:35; couldn't find just the song excerpted]

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Charles II [?]

La La Land. For pure energy and framing the film.

The Wild Bunch. The sheer violence and brutality of people walking through their day when an eruption occurs.

Dead Poets Society. The ritual solemnity is disrupted when we see Mr. Keating's smiling face in the midst of pomp and circumstance.

Medieval story time! Let’s talk about Isabel, who stabbed a priest when he told her to shut up in church (relatable)

So Isabel lived in London in 1330.

Hells yeah!!

Ink drawing of the late James Ransone as Ziggy Sobatka in The Wire.

I have just realized the entire film of The Snowman is on YouTube: