Sugarbone Thompson

THIS IS NOT A DRILL, YOU SHITHEADS. FUCKING LISTEN.

BREAKING MY SOCIAL MEDIA EMBARGO TO LET YOU KNOW THAT J. MASCIS + THE FOG’S WORLDBEATER ALBUM “MORE LIGHT” IS FINALLY ON STREAMING.

Holy shit, “Sameday” on fucking repeat all day, every goddamned day. The best record you have never heard of.

Not that I would imagine anyone cares, but I’m taking a little hiatus. Helping to shepherd a little baby through her most fragile few months, returning to school to finally see this shit through, and being an available partner aren’t conducive to doomscrolling.

I’ll be back soon. Destroy ICE.

ESSENTIAL Thread

As for the other games, my Bulls are still hot trash and will continue to be until Reinsdorf dies, and since I’m lowkey rooting for Denver this season, I’m only slightly bummed they popped the Sixers with a bunch of rec-center dudes. Still think both teams are gonna fuck people up in the playoffs.

Catching the late game in NBA land, and I am absolutely dumbfounded that some genius let Snoop Dogg commentate a fucking game. He and Reggie Miller are early favorites for the absolute worst commentary team of all time. This shit is going on mute.

I am only now, well into 2026, finding out that Colin Jerwood of Conflict passed away last year. Puts a real damper on my spirit of hope knowing one of the real fighters that I looked up to in my formative years is gone.

The new year is a nostalgia trap, but I will say that I had the most kick-ass year of my life, and no inclination that it’s stopping now. Hope ya’ll feel the same in your lives, but pour one out for yourselves and count me among your friends if that’s not the case. Love ya’ll. Fuck the world.

Little one is up at nearly midnight, so I guess this is what my mother threatened when she said I’d have a kid of my own. Cue Judas Priests’ “Livin’ After Midnight”, because I cracked a 9.5% and we are in it to win it.

Finally finished Metroid Prime 4, and what in the unholy fucking hell was that ending?! Just utterly weak, and soured an otherwise great playing experience.

Screenshot reading “shredded cheese recall possible metal fragments cause widespread recall impacting 31 states”

The shredded cheese recall / possible metal fragments package tour is hitting over half the country. I respect the work effort

Watching Se7en for the like millionth time before the baby needs to feed, and I think that for the 800th time, I have to reiterate that Brad Pitt holds a gun in the dumbest way possible in this movie.

Wife went to a show at tonight, leaving me to care for the little darlin’ and the little homie by my lonesome, and I can proudly say that there was never a contemplation as to whether or not I should rush one or both of them to their respective species’ hospital. I’ll take this as a win.

Real Ass Hard Motherfucking Music Nerd Hot Take For Dipshit Flyover State Bitches:

Counting Crows is an excellent band, and none of you fuckers deserved them.

Real Aspiring Housewives of Ewing Township, New Jersey up in this bitch.

Got a reprieve from familial duties for the evening, and decided to mix it up by dartboarding a bar to go to in South Philly. I have decided to drink whiskey in the most stereotypically Jersey bar that I have ever been to.

Operation: Keep Your Mouth Shut is in FULL effect.

My wife is a goddamned saint.

Week 1 as a father. Despite the nearly constant sleep deprivation, my little darlin’ screaming in my ear a third of the time, and basically changing diapers for a living, this shit is fucking awesome.

The cherry on top is the better half letting me buy a Switch 2 next week. Parenthood rules.

The little gal sleeping in her bassinet, better half getting some well-deserved undisturbed sleep, dog snoring away at my feet, ya boy watching a surprisingly competitive Sixers/Celtics game. This is truly the apex of my adulthood.

Dad Mode: Activate.

😁

I HAVE BEEN, AND REMAIN A DIEHARD FAN OF THE CHICAGO FUCKING BULLS.

Sorry, Tyrese Maxey. I still love you.

BEST IN THE FUCKING EAST, MOTHERFUCKERS. SEE FUCKING RED.

Someone explain the appeal of coconut water to me. Seriously.

“I need some hydration so I guess I’ll just drink some water with pulp!”

Ew.

FUCK TRAE YOUNG’S BALDING, OVERRATED ASS.

THE CHICAGO BULLS ARE STILL UNDEFEATED, MOTHERFUCKERS.

Back at it.

Unfuckwithable Album #8: The Smashing Pumpkins - Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness

Yeah, I know, Billy Corgan is a tool and you probably hate his singing voice. It is a vital part of the 1990’s cultural lexicon and objectively more varied than your lame hipster ass want to admit.

Also, dope that the Sixers beat Boston, because fuck the fucking Celtics for life.

I am so happy to say this again, especially on opening night…

BULLS FUCKIN’ WIN

I love you, Chicago. All the way from Philly.

Hint, hint, America. Fascism cowers in the unity and mobilization of the people. Victory to the working classes.