And Your Point Is…?
Damn…
Fuck This Shit
There Aren't Enough Laughing Emoji in the World
The FBI nabbed Lindell at a Hardees and seized his phone. pic.twitter.com/dOWw22gAoK
— Ron Filipkowski (@RonFilipkowski) September 14, 2022
So True.
A Request for One of My Readers…
Exactly!
Savage!
You're Already Down There
Juxtaposition is Funny
Right?
Live Laugh Love?
Distractions
Submitted Without Comment
Caption This
Science!
#Accurate
Oh, How I've Missed You
The last time I bought a dedicated CD player new was 21 July 1990. How do I know that exact date? I kept scrupulously-detailed journals. I also have photos from when my mom was visiting me in San Francisco at the time and I remembered that I picked it up while she was there.
Have I mentioned I'm a little anal-retentive?
It was a Yamaha CDX-730. I'd gotten an unexpected mid-year bonus at work.
I kept this little deck around until 2005, when I lost my mind and thanks to eBay, started swapping gear in and out of my rig on what seemed like a monthly basis. I tried a couple different Sony decks (including a combo CD/Minidisc), a vintage Technics deck (the one I originally wanted to buy in 1985 but missed out on because the model year had changed), a Teac deck, and then back to a Yamaha—this time the CDX-530—the little brother to the 730, which I kept for several more years until I'd ripped everything to iTunes and stopped playing CDs altogether.
(My teachers always complained about my run-on sentences. Sorry.)
In the years that followed, I ended up selling nearly all of my extensive CD collection. The ones I kept had sentimental value for one reason or another, and were relegated to a banker box in the closet; ultimately the closet that ended up suffering the most damage in the fire two years ago.
To their credit, the firefighters pulled most everything out of that closet before they started spraying everything down, but that box was lost in the aftermath. I didn't even give it a thought until a month later when I realized it was not among the things inventoried by the salvage company and was, for all intents, gone.
Every time I thought of that my heart sank. Even though I never played those CDs—hell, I didn't even have anything to play them on at that point—they still held immense sentimental value.
A couple weeks ago (yes, two years on and I was still mourning their loss) I decided to stop crying about this and do something. So I went on eBay, located a "near mint" Yamaha CDX-530, and ordered the first two replacement CDs in my collection: Kraftwerk's Minimum/Maximum and Pet Shop Boys' Very/Relentless. The deck and the Kraftwerk disk arrived yesterday. I hooked it into my system and just laid back and enjoyed the music.
For the last ten years or so I've been in the "vinyl just sounds better" camp, but frankly after hearing Minimum/Maximum (something I will never be able to afford to buy on vinyl) on a system that I've never heard a CD played through, I may have to revise that opinion a bit. Both formats have their strengths and weaknesses, but Kraftwerk sounded damn good.
Fortunately—thanks to that anal-retentiveness—I have a list of [most of]  those CDs. The document is dated 2013 and I know I purchased a few more since then to rip to iTunes, but it's a great starting point to rebuild my collection.
365 Days of UNF: Day 256
365 Days of UNF: Day 255
Flashback
May The Gods Bless Al Franken
THIS is how you handle Republican Bobble Heads.
Exactly
The Day Our Timeline Veered Irrevocably into the Hellscape We Currently Find Ourselves In
Respect
Elton John was one of my go-to artists when I was in high school. In fact, the first "rock" record I remember bringing home was Caribou. (I thought my mother was going to have a heart attack when she heard The Bitch is Back.)
Even then—long before Elton came out and only a short time after I admitted it to myself—while listening to Captain Fantastic and the Brown Dirt Cowboy, I knew Elton and I played on the same team. I erred in one aspect, however. I had wrongly assumed that Elton and his musical partner Bernie Taupin were lovers…
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There's a Lot Of Freedom In Not Giving a Fuck
From Sixbears in the Woods:
How much of your activity is constrained by following stupid rules? Quite a bit, I bet.
I used to work with a fellow firefighter who was an inspiration. They guy liked driving the ladder truck. He was good at it and enjoyed that level of responsibility. With that in mind he never went for promotions. The guy also didn't care about impressing the officers above him. If he didn't want to do something he didn't do. For some reason the officers feared him. My coworker never abused that power, so the few times he used it stood out.
The Fire Chief made a rule that nobody could wash their car at work. That was something that usually happened on the night shift when times were slow. On a quiet night sometimes someone would bring their car into the basement and give it a quick hose down. My ladderman buddy never washed his car -ever. That is, until the rule against it was made. He pulled his car in front of the station in the middle of the day and washed it in plain view of everybody. The chief looked at that and quietly asked him to wash his car in the back from now on. That ended the no car wash rule.
My friend wasn't afraid of getting fired so those threats had no hold over him. He had a pretty enjoyable employment and stayed until retirement. The man taught me the value of living without fear and not giving a F**k.