“Now Get Over Here And Kiss Me!”
7 Milestones
Just Because
𝖲𝖼𝗈𝗍𝗍 𝖡𝗋𝖺𝗎𝗇
𝖦𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 (𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟧) 𝖽𝗂𝗋. 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝖢𝗋𝗎𝗓
🤣 🤣 🤣
Since We’re Already Down That Rabbit Hole…
Damn, Andy Bell was cute. But then, weren’t we all at that age?
“Live never to be ashamed if anything you do or say is published around the world—even if what is published is not true.” ~ Richard Bach, Messiah’s Handbook
Quote above notwithstanding, there’s a lot more to that photoshoot that I am not going to share. (Although if you were on a certain BBS in the early 90s you might’ve come across a photo from that shoot of me in a cowboy hat, leather vest, and…not much else.)
A Trip Down The Memory Hole
Erasure: Lay All Your Love On Me (1992)
Looking at iTunes, the song has been covered by several artists over the years, but IMHO, there is only one definitive version of this ABBA classic:
Last Summer…
…the Tarot card readers (yeah, yeah I know) that I occasionally stumble across on YouTube warned that when all this Epstein shit came all came out it would be much, much worse than we ever imagined. It seems that—unlike their predictions for a landslide victory for Kamala Harris—they were right about this.
Just when I think I can’t hate him any more than I already do, I constantly find myself re-evaluating that stance.
The Resemblance Is Uncanny!
Rest In Power, My Queen
The More You Know
Which is exactly why CDs and MiniDiscs slow down as the laser goes from the center of the disc to the outside edge. It’s to guarantee a uniform data stream speed…
Look it up!
The Furnishings Are Hideous…
But I rather like the overall plan and exteriors. And that Studio…👨🏻🍳😘
From the source:
Architect Wallace Neff’s third house for opera star Amelita Galli-Curci was located in San Diego’s bucolic Rancho Santa Fe community. Rancho Santa Fe, technically a census-designated place, transports you into the California of yesteryear, and provided just the artistic respite Galli-Curci desired.
My favorite aspect of this home are the garage’s generous overhangs, which provide both protection from the elements as well as adding visual interest to an otherwise stark facade. This home’s design expertly straddles the Spanish Colonial and midcentury modern forms, creating a home that combines the best of both worlds.
And is there anything more romantic than a home situated within its own private eucalyptus grove? While I prefer native plants, I grew up with eucalyptus trees in my backyard, which will always afford them a special place in my heart and imagination.
The home was located on Las Planideras, yet has since been demolished.
Project: Residence of Mr. Homer Samuels and Mrs. Amelita Galli-Curci, 1947
Architect: Wallace Neff
Location: Rancho Santa Fe, California
Photographer: Maynard L. Parker
Period.
Finally, An Adequate Number Of Bathrooms
Friday Tiedrich
I leave it to you, my faithful readers. Because I can’t today…
365 Days Of UNF: January 30th
A Certain Aesthetic
Repost: Alternate Universes
(Originally appeared on Voenix Rising 26 May 2016)
Ben and I were heading home the other day and as we were driving down Lincoln and crossed 22nd Street, I was reminded of a time—a lifetime ago, it seems—when my family almost bought a house in that neighborhood.
It was during eighth grade—or perhaps shortly after I’d graduated. Dad was rightfully proud of the work he’d recently done for Hallcraft on their new Biltmore Highlands subdivision, so one sunny Saturday we headed over to what seemed at the time to me like the far east side of the valley to check it out. I don’t know how the talk started, but before I knew it we went from looking at the model homes to being shown one house in particular a few streets over that my parents were actually considering buying. It was a large, beautiful three bedroom, two bath place with a courtyard entrance, a spacious kitchen and a large family room with a fireplace. The bedroom that was to be mine was significantly larger than my current room, eliciting no small amount of excitement on my part. The room also had two windows instead of one.
My enthusiasm was tempered somewhat by the fact that it would now actually cost to phone my best friend (apparently calling from certain Phoenix exchanges to certain Glendale exchanges back in the day incurred wasn’t free).
This move also meant that my sister and I would be transferring to a new school district, something I think caused my parents’ eventual decision to bail on that house and that particular subdivision.
We did end up moving into a new home a few months later, actually only about a half mile south of where we had been living, so the seed had definitely been planted. I’m sure economics were also a factor; we got a much larger house for less money in Hallcraft’s Bethany Heights than we would’ve gotten if we’d moved to Biltmore Highlands.
Ironically, even though my best buddy and I now actually lived closer to each other than we had previously with this move, after high school started we drifted apart and each went our separate ways. (I found out many, many years later that Neal—whom I’d known since 4th grade—transitioned to Angela sometime in our twenties. He’d always told me he’d felt like a girl trapped in a boy’s body, so this did not come as a huge surprise.)
What does all this have to do with the title of this post? Well, I got to thinking how different (or perhaps not) my life would’ve been had we actually moved to Biltmore Highlands and my sister and I had been forced into a new school district.
Obviously, I would never have met the people or made the friends I did if I’d gone to a different school than the one I did, but I wonder if life post-high school would’ve actually been that different. I’d still have undoubtedly gone to the University of Arizona in Tucson and had similar experiences. Or would I?
A currently popular idea in cosmology is that there are an infinite number of universes, each one calving off and growing on its own, depending upon what choices are made. And not just your choices, but multiply that by the billions of other souls on this rock and it boggles the mind. Multiply that by the number of possible planets and potentially sentient beings in the universe, and it truly becomes an unimaginable number.
So it’s always an interesting “what if” game to play. What if I’d actually gone to ASU instead of UofA, stayed in school and gotten my degree? What if I’d kept on going the night I walked out of The Joshua Tree and never met Dennis? What if Bernie and I never visited San Francisco—much less moved there?
I suppose there’s a certain satisfaction in knowing that if this multiverse idea is in fact reality that somewhere, maybe as close as the orbit of an electron—there are universes where Hitler was never born; where JFK was never assassinated; where you are just as likely to be President of the United States as you are to be living in a cardboard box under an overpass; a world where the Dark Ages never occurred and Christianity never gained a foothold; a world where you actually bought that Apple stock in the 90s; a world where mankind has already colonized the solar system and is moving out to the stars…
Thursday Tiedrich
once again, everything in the news is so unbelievably stupid that I don’t even know where to start. so I’m just going to spin the Big Wheel of Moron™ and see where it lands. ready? here we go.
oh my god, could Preznit Fuckwit please shut his rancid anus-mouth?
Just spoke to Pres. Trump. I asked him if he had seen the video of Rep. Omar being attacked and sprayed by a substance.
“No. I don’t think about her. I think she’s a fraud. I really don’t think about that. She probably had herself sprayed, knowing her,” the president said.
I asked again if he had seen the video.
“I haven’t seen it. No, no. I hope I don’t have to bother.”
and just like that, Donny Convict continues his 79-year-long unbroken streak of being the worst fucking person on the planet.
can we get Wonkette’s Rebecca Schoenkopf in here for a minute? she’s so good at putting into words what we’re all feeling right now.
thanks, Rebecca.
this fucking guy. he admits he hasn’t seen — and doesn’t want to see — the video of the assault, but that doesn’t keep him from running his ignorant mouth about it.
he thinks the attack on Rep. Omar is a hoax, because of course he does. Donny hates Omar — because he’s a fucking racist — and, because he doesn’t have a single ounce of decency in his rotting body, he can’t even mumble some halfhearted third-grade-level statement about ‘bad. so bad. we’re all wishing her well.’
what kind festering cum-sock hears about a woman being sprayed with some noxious liquid and goes ‘oh yeah, I’ll bet she did it to herself.’ who the fuck even thinks like that?
you know what? I’ll bet by crying ‘hoax!’, Donny’s telling on himself again — because with as always with this shithead, every accusation is a confession.
look, I don’t want to be a conspiracy guy. it’s really not my thing. but for the life of me, I’m still trying to figure out how Donny’s blown-to-bits ear magically regenerated itself.
oh wait, we’re not done with Donny. Rachel Scott has another question for him.
More from my interview with President Trump last night: I asked the president about Sens. Tillis and Murkowski calling for Sec. Noem to step down.
“Well, they’re both losers. You know, what can I tell you? They’re terrible senators. One is gone and the other should be gone,” he said.
he’s such a charmer. once again, Donny can’t just brush it off and go, ‘yeah well, that’s just your opinion, man.’
he’s so spite-fueled and broken-inside that he has to go scorched earth.
you simply must check out Senator Tillis’ reaction to being called a loser.
CNN’s Manu Raju: “the president called you a loser.”
Tillis: “I am thrilled about that. that makes me qualified to be Homeland Security Secretary *and* senior adviser to the president.”
let’s be clear-eyed about this, Thom Tillis is not our friend. he’s as xenophobic as they come. he’s totally down with ICE rounding up immigrants and shipping them to who the fuck cares, and he thinks they should be doing more of that shit. he’s just mad at ICE Barbie and Nosferatu McGoebbels for fucking up.
still, his response to Donny is so perfect that it’s hard not to be heartbroken about it.
well, that was fun. let’s give another spin to the Big Wheel of Moron™.
after his humiliating shitcanning and banishment from Minneapolis, you might have hoped that Obergruppenführer Greg Bovino would have had the decency to scamper back into his cigar box, close the lid, and never be heard from again.
fat chance. the Itsy-Bitsy Nazi is so high on his own supply that he stopped off at Mount Rushmore and took a victory lap.
“team, behind me are a few individuals there. that’s the original ‘turn and burn,’ the folks that help make American. but you know what? I’m very proud of what you, the ‘mean green machine,’ are doing in Minneapolis right now, just like you’ve done it across the United States over these past tough nine months. and I want you to know, you’re the modern day equivalent of ‘turn and burn.’ it makes me very proud. I also want you to know that I’ve got your back now, and always. I love you. I support you, and I salute you.”
I’ll bet that speech is even more impressive in its original German.
‘turn and burn,’ by the way, is Gestapo Greg’s pet name for the fascist shit he’s pulled in Minneapolis, Los Angeles and elsewhere. and this racist little fireplug is so arrogant, he thinks the dudes carved into Rushmore — George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, Theodore Roosevelt and Abraham Lincoln — would be totally be high-fiving him for his lawless behavior.
how delusional is that?
free clue for the Fascist In A Teacup: no, no, no, no, and fuck no. none of those homeys would approve of your banty rooster antics. stop shitting all the over Constitution and pick up a fucking history book, Greg. you might learn something.
ok, let’s spin Big Wheel of Moron™ one last time.
tonight, Donny and his Slovenian rent-a-wife are attending a Kennedy Center screening of the Melania movie — the so-called ‘film’ that everyone knows is going to be a twenty-megaton box office disaster.
at its London premiere, it sold one ticket.
one ticket! now comes the part where we throw our heads back in laughter. ready?
and now comes the part where the worthless scribblers of The New York Times corruptionwash that shit.
come on, Grey Lady — stop pulling your punches. nobody is ‘questioning’Amazon’s motives. everyone knows exactly what this is all about: naked corruption. it’s Jeff Bezos burning through millions of dollars in order to curry favor with Dear Leader.
Melania Convict is the least-interesting person on the planet, and nobody — absolutely nobody — was clamoring for a documentary about her.
despite that, Bezos gave Melania FORTY MILLION DOLLARS for the rights to her ‘story.’ Amazon spent five million dollars on production, and another thirty-five million on promotion. that’s eighty fucking million dollars for a film which is predicted to take in about one million at the box office.
one hand washes the other, am I right? blatant corruption doesn’t get any more blatantly corrupt than that.
oh, and in England, where the premiere sold one ticket? rejoice, everyone — UK ticket sales have skyrocketed to six!
Vue, a major European cinema operator, is offering nine showings (451 seats in all) at its multiplex in York, England, from Friday through Sunday, one analyst noted. As of Wednesday, it had sold six seats.
now here’s a question for you all: do you think these two lovebirds will take separate cars to the screening?
and now for your hero of the day — some obscure songwriter who probably no one’s ever heard of, Bruce Springsteen.
I wrote this song on Saturday, recorded it yesterday and released it to you today in response to the state terror being visited on the city of Minneapolis. It’s dedicated to the people of Minneapolis, our innocent immigrant neighbors and in memory of Alex Pretti and Renee Good.
Stay free.
and just like that, Springsteen continues his seventy-six-year-long unbroken streak of being fucking awesome.
let’s give it a listen.
this is going to be my closing message for the foreseeable future:
practice self-care. do what you need to do to keep sane. if that means you need to disengage with my daily posts for a while, I get it. this community of ours will still be here when you return.
to all the people who have signed on in the days since the election, welcome aboard. settle in as we all try to deal with the shitfuckery that’s ahead of us.
we are all in this together, and we are all here for each other
Love Finds A Way
Something That Feels Good For A Change
From Doug at Still Blowing Bubbles:
Breakfast At Mrs. Rigby’s
A man came in while I was chewing eggs, and it’s a seat-yourself restaurant, but a instead of sitting down he approached one of the waitresses and said, “Excuse me.”
“Hi,” she said. “You can sit anywhere.”
“Well, there’s a problem,” he said. “I can’t pay, but I’m expecting a check in the mail within the next few days. Would it be OK if I paid later?”
He was in his 40s, balding, skinny, not black but not quite white — maybe Mexican, maybe something else. He was asking Angela, a waitress who’s taken my order dozens of times, and she’s always nice. Being nice is her job, and she was nice to this guy. Without even a second of hesitation she said again, “You can sit anywhere, and pay when you can.”
A meal on credit, no questions asked. Apparently, I was eating breakfast inside an episode of The Waltons.
When Angela came to my table a little later, leaving the bill, I offered to pay for that guy’s breakfast. Said it quietly, so as not to embarrass him.
“Aw, that’s sweet of you,” she said, “but it’s not necessary. He’ll pay when he can.”
“Do you know him?”
“Well, I don’t ‘know’ him, any more than I know you, but he’s a regular. He’ll pay when he can.”
Saw a similar exchange once at Bob’s Diner in Madison, but it startled me then and it startles me now. This is America. You don’t expect kindness like that.
365 Days Of UNF: January 29th
Someone Broke It. It’s The Only Explanation For What’s Happening.
Only 35 Times?!?
Wednesday Tiedrich
are you ready for some sweet, sweet MAGA-on-MAGA violence?
I sure hope so, because Donny Convict’s merry band of sewer clowns are running around in a panic right now. they screwed the pooch bigtime in Minneapolis, and they know full well that Obergruppenführer Greg Bovino’s isn’t the only head that’s going to roll — and so they’ve all locked themselves down into self-preservation mode. even better, the knives are out and they’re starting to turn on each other.
it’s a glorious fucking sight to behold.
Kristi Noem wants to make one thing perfectly clear: she was only following orders.
Noem has complained to others that she feels she’s being hung out to dry over the episode and has made sure to emphasize she took direction from Miller and the president, a source told Axios.
wait a minute — Nosferatu McGoebbels is telling ICE Barbie what do to? since when does the Secretary of Homeland Security take direction from White House Deputy Chief of Staff?
Miller’s power extends to de facto oversight of Noem, though she’s a Cabinet secretary who technically outranks him.
do you need any more proof that Dear Leader is just a demented figurehead who they drag out to make incoherent speeches and sign whatever papers they put in front of him, and that Nosferatu McGoebbels is really running the show?
this lame-ass excuse that Little Miss Hair Extensions was only following orders — where have we heard that before? oh yeah — at the Nuremberg trials.
now here’s a pro tip for Stephen Miller: if Kristi ever invites you out back to the gravel pit ‘because she has something she wants to show you,’ run as fast as you can in the other direction.
Cricket, am I right? Cricket? Cricket?
Noferatu, for his part, is covering his ass regarding the summary execution of Alex Pretti. he’s all ‘nuh-uh, it’s Homeland Security’s fault.’
Specifically, Miller said, Bovino’s crew was supposed to divide its force into two groups: One unit was supposed to handle the arrests of specifically targeted “criminal aliens” and the other squad was in charge of crowd control to keep “disruptors” from interfering.
oh, how convenient. after spending days screeching about how Pretti got what was coming to him, because — according to Miller — he was a ‘domestic terrorist,’ he’s changing his story. now it’s ‘Pretti got gunned down because ICE was doing it wrong.’
fuck off, Nosferatu.
meanwhile, Democrats — along with Republicans Thom Tillis and Lisa Murkowski — have a message for Preznit Fuckwit: fire the puppy perforator, pronto, or we’ll impeach her.
Top House Democrats on Tuesday told Donald Trump to fire Kristi Noem or they would launch impeachment proceedings against the homeland security secretary, in response to the weekend killing of Alex Pretti in Minneapolis, as two Republican senators join calls for her to resign.
here’s the beauty part: House Democrats threw Donny’s own mob-boss language back in his face, closing their statement with ‘we can do this the easy way or the hard way.’
I fucking love that.
more like this, please.
we should probably do a wellness check three-hundred-and-forty-seven-year-old human fossil Chuck Grassley.
“Tried asking Chuck Grassley, the chairman of the Senate Judiciary Committee, whether it’s appropriate for ICE to enter homes without a judicial warrant. ‘Ask a constitutional lawyer,” he said. ‘I’m a farmer.’”
oh, for fuck’s sake. Chuckers has been a member of the Senate — and chair of its Judiciary Committee — for nearly two hundred and forty-one years, and he’s claiming he has no idea how the Constitution works? he was in the room when the damned thing was being written.
hey, did anyone think ICE would actually restrain themselves in the wake of Obergruppenführer Greg’s shitcanning? me neither.
look at the fuckery they were up to yesterday.
“1/27/2026 – Minneapolis – ICE just attempted an illegal entry into the ECUADORIAN CONSULATE to abduct someone. They did not have a warrant.”
wait a minute. under whose authority are they pulling this shit? is this the work of Tommy ‘Bags-o-Cash’ Homan? fun fact: ICE has no jurisdiction whatsoever to enter a foreign consulate. they can’t just wander in there willy-nilly and do whatever the fuck they want.
Ecuador’s foreign ministry said it lodged a formal diplomatic protest with the United States after a U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement agent attempted to enter the country’s consulate in Minneapolis without permission on Tuesday morning.
Employees of the consulate stopped the agent from entering, the Ecuadorean foreign ministry said in a statement Tuesday night. Under the Vienna Conventions, to which the United States is a party, foreign consular buildings are off-limits to law enforcement from the host country without authorization from consular officials.
so now ICE is going be starting international incidents, because they’re so horny to deport some hapless day laborer? take a cold fucking shower, you morons.
while we’re on the subject of ‘international incidents,’ can somebody please explain to me why we’re sending masked ICE thugs to Italy? explain it to me like I’m five years old — because this makes no goddamned sense.
U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement agents will join a security team from the State Department at the Olympics “to vet and mitigate risks from transnational criminal organizations.”
excuse me? ‘risks from transnational criminal organizations’? at the fucking Olympics?
what kind of fever-swamp fairy-tale nonsense is this? I swear, the people running our government are high on their own supply, farting out the most nonsensical reasons for doing anything, and expecting us to buy it. go peddle that shit elsewhere, you dumbfucks, we’re all stocked up.
can you imagine masked, poorly-trained goons running wild in the streets of Milan? Italy can, and they want no part of this fuckery.
Antonio Tajani, Italy’s foreign minister, told reporters that ICE agents would not be allowed to deploy on Italian streets.
oh, and speaking of masked and armed ICE thugs, get ready for the saddest story you’ll ever hear in your life.
Morale is “plummeting” among federal law enforcement officers tasked with carrying out the Trump administration’s aggressive anti-immigration operation, as they complained that long hours, ambitious arrest quotas and hatred from the public, according to reports.
oh boo fucking hoo. dry your fucking eyes. nobody twisted your arms and forced you to become willing participants in deadly fascism. what did you think would happen after you kidnapped children and murdered innocent bystanders in cold blood? that we would throw flowers and give you a standing ovation?
oh please, grow the fuck up. actions have consequences, you crybabies.
the kind staff at the White House Assisted Living Facility allowed Sundowning Grandpa Befuddlepants to make a day trip to Iowa, so he could have a playdate with some of his cultists. wasn’t that sweet of them to humor a frail old codger?
oh look — Dear Leader is now wearing one glove, to hide his rotting hand.
tell me, who wore it better?
President Pudding Cup’s brain is fried. get ready for the most fucked-up lesson in ‘how a bill becomes a law’ ever.
“China will be sending me a bill very shortly supporting year-round E15 to my desk, and I will sign it without delay.”
holy. fucking. shit. China. is sending. Donny. a bill. to sign. it hurts my brain just to type that out.
hey Donny — is China in the room with us right now?
Donny also met with a bunch of big, strong Iowans yesterday — and you’ll never guess what they were doing while in the hallowed presence of Dear Leader. that’s right, they were blubbering like babies
“I just left a great group of people from Iowa and half of them were crying as they talked to me. I don’t think they’re crying because I’m doing a bad job. you know, [unintelligible] cry if you do a bad job. they were crying because I’d done a good job. ‘sir,’ they said ‘sir, you brought our country back.’ crying, crying.”
fact check:
which bring us to our hero of the day: this brave heckler at Donny’s Iowa rally, who kept shouting ‘release the Epstein Files’ — and never stopped shouting it, even as she was being eighty-sixed from the rally.
this is going to be my closing message for the foreseeable future:
practice self-care. do what you need to do to keep sane. if that means you need to disengage with my daily posts for a while, I get it. this community of ours will still be here when you return.
to all the people who have signed on in the days since the election, welcome aboard. settle in as we all try to deal with the shitfuckery that’s ahead of us.
we are all in this together, and we are all here for each other.
365 Days Of UNF: January 28th (Dat ‘Stache! Edition)
For Sale, $100 + $12.60 Shipping SOLD!
I don’t know if there’s any interest here, but I’m starting to cull the herd. This is one of my favorite players, but I also have it in blue, so one needs to go. I have a couple more that I’ll be throwing up here and on eBay in the coming days (including recorders).
Red Sony MZ-E75 Minidisc Player, Excellent Condition
For the uninitiated, please note this is a PLAYER ONLY, not a recorder. You’ll need to record your Minidiscs elsewhere. Unit is not mint, but is nonetheless in EXCELLENT condition as shown below. Battery terminals are pristine with no signs of corrosion and all functions work perfectly. The mechanism was recently cleaned and lubricated and includes a wired remote and 2 new gumstick batteries. It does NOT include an A/C Charger or AA battery sidecar, so you’ll need a separate battery charger (available on Amazon) to keep the gumsticks charged. Link to eBay auction.
Interesting Choice For Masking Out Your Face
Just sayin’…
It’s All AI…
If it weren’t for the fact that AI still cannot spontaneously generate text in images that makes any sense (and the fact that the authors flagged them as AI), I know I’d never suspect they were computer generated fever dreams…
Once that bridge is crossed, we’re fucked—not just in the realms of pr0n, but with everything. Photographic evidence will no longer be able to be trusted without deep, forensic analysis.