Corey Cunningham

When we go to college basketball games I change the words of the fight song to be about how cute and fluffy the mascot is.

If they’re not going back to reread the beginning of the sentence because they’ve already lost the plot by the end of the sentence then you’re just not doing it right.

I need one of those glasses.

Waiting Room.

I am from Wisconsin and drive by the world’s largest Culver’s on my route back to my parents’ house. It brings a tear to my eye every time.

My mom’s dad was a tractor mechanic, my dad’s dad joined the Navy at 16 and was a radio operator on a submarine in WWII, and when he came back he worked in the advertising department at the local newspaper.

Knock knock knockin’ on heavinsh door.

Adorable orange cat.

Yet another adorable orange cat.

This isn’t just fragile masculinity, it is The Most™️ fragile masculinity.

Protect Trans Kids University in the Mario font.

(Also, for good measure)

Night ham.

It turns out that techbro haven Austin, Texas did not want to hear “You’re reinventing the wheel that we made a long time ago, and actually our wheel was much more sophisticated.”

This makes me think of that time in grad school when local news interviewed our electronic music professor about using IBM’s Watson to make music and how incredible and new it was, and his response was “Actually, we’ve been doing computer music for decades” and then they cut him from the segment.

Yeah, that makes a little more sense.

I guess I get it that people don’t want to have to get another streaming service, but I already had Peacock to watch Premier League games and it’s genuinely pretty good for streaming sports.

You’ve been outcast from Jewish society after your parents were falsely accused of helping to facilitate a Romulan attack on a colonial outpost and labeled traitors to the empire?

I love the cycle of love/hate/love I go through listening to this:

“Hey, this song is pretty good.”
…
“Ugh, is this fucking song still playing, what’s going on? When is the match going to start?”
…
“OH THIS IS A FUCKING BANGER.”

My grandparents were Illinois alums and I grew up and Illini fan and will always have a soft spot for them, but they were super mean to me when I went to see Michigan play in Champaign last year so yeah, fuck ‘em.

Just as long as they remember to run the damn ball!

(and by run the damn ball, I mean target chord tones using approach notes and chromatic enclosures for an authentic Bebop sound)

When the whole “White Composer Guy” thing happened a few year ago it came out that one of his grievances was he didn’t feel that he got the support he was entitled to from his grad school colleagues, of which I was one. Of course we didn’t support him because he treated us like garbage constantly.

Same. I’m tired of treating all of this like it’s entertainment and not a (supposed) public service to keep the electorate better informed.

Fun fact: back when I lived in Austin the guitar store I worked at was used as a filming location for the Walker Texas Ranger reboot, and for some reason we kept the store open while they were shooting even though no one was allowed in that side of the store.

*noted dog murder and her domestic abuser boyfriend/adviser*

Honestly, the only thing bad about this situation is that the kid didn’t wind up and punch him again.

Field hockey?

Thankfully I’ve only been put in niche starter packs aimed at reconstituting classical music Twitter over here, but I do occasionally like to look at Clearsky and see what unhinged block lists I’ve been added to by weirdos that I’ve never interacted with.

“This will only embolden the worst people.”

Yeah, because they’ve been really shy up until this point, all they needed was an Olympics gold medal in a sport they don’t care about.

“Do you want this Baby Ruth? It’s slightly melted.”

Nope, can’t give up the beard and go full mustache (mostly because I don’t think mine is full enough to work apart from the beard).