This-n-That
I had to drive up to Prescott yesterday to pick up Quirky & Company after having some post-restoration tweaking done to the power amp by my tech… and to drop off his next project.
I left the house early to hopefully miss the usual holiday traffic that clogs I-17 heading north.
I took my time and generally stayed in the right lane and drove the speed limit, allowing everyone else who was hell-bent on getting to hell before me to do their thing. Better to arrive late and alive than not arrive at all is my motto—especially on a holiday weekend. I got to Randy’s house around 10:30 and after verifying that the problem had been fixed and a sharing a bit of vintage audio reminiscing, I headed home, stopping at Lucky’s BBQ (love this place!) for lunch.
It was really shaping up to be a beautiful day and I was in no particular hurry to get home. I realized I hadn’t taken any pictures of much of anything lately, so I decided to stop at Sunset Point.




At one point—like when I still had a full head of dark hair and a porn star ‘stache and long before I met Ben—in addition to having gorgeous views of the adjacent valley and mountains, Sunset Point was also known for an absolutely notirious t-room. ADOT’s attempts at keeping the gloryholes sealed up were no match for the hoards of horny truckers and their efficient metal-cutting tools who passed through the area. But sadly, after years of this seemingly never-ending battle those—pardon the expression—heady—days came to an abrupt end when ADOT went nuclear and built new completely cockhound-unfriendly facilities immediately adjacent, and sealed up the originals like tombs, effectively putting an end to the era.
Cars in Dreams
Over the course of my life, I’ve owned only 7 cars. I know that might be kind of hard to believe, but I tend to hold onto my vehicles for a long time before I grow tired of them or they just get too expensive to maintain. I mean hell…I had my first MINI nearly fourteen years!
But never in all my years of automobile ownership has any of those vehicles appeared in my dreams with such frequency and regularity as my latest MINI, affectionately known as Rabbit.
Almost from the first night after I drove him home he’s been popping up in my dreams, sometimes navigating through impossibly tight spaces and turns that would be impossible in the real world.
So far at least, he hasn’t taken flight—something heretofore reserved only for my beloved ’95 Eclipse, and the meaning of which was abundantly clear at the time—but I wouldn’t be surprised if it did happen with Rabbit.
What about you? Do your cars appear in your dreams?
Oh Snap!
What Are You Waiting For Down There?
Someone Graduated Puppy Training (At Least Part 1)


Remember…
365 Days of UNF: Day 149
365 Days of UNF: Day 148
Caption This
To Be Filed Under: “Why Does God Need a Starship?”
Slowly Easing Back into Regularly Scheduled Programming
Time for a Little Humor
Shut the Fuck Up, Karen
In Case You Haven’t Seen This Yet
No, I’m Not Over It…
365 Days of UNF: Day 147
365 Days of UNF: Day 146
The GOP is Okay With Occasional Mass Murder
From Greg Fallis:
I just counted. Since I started writing this blog, I’ve written 31 posts about mass shootings and murders. This will be the 32nd. It won’t be the last. Hell, there were so many blog posts on mass shootings I had to create a tag for it; another mass shooting.
The first was in August of 2012, the Sikh temple mass murder in Oak Creek, Wisconsin. Remember that one? Probably not. Seven dead; eight counting the shooter. The shooter generally isn’t included in the butcher’s bill, because he’s not an innocent victim.
You know who else isn’t innocent? Republicans. Republican governors, Republican state legislators, Republicans in Congress. They may not be actively guilty, but they sure as fuck aren’t innocent. Now, I’m not saying these people are okay with routine sporadic mass murders, I’m saying…
Wait. No, I AM saying Republican lawmakers are okay with routine sporadic mass murders. And hey, let’s also include Democrats Joe Manchin and Kyrsten Sinema as being okay with routine sporadic mass murders. If these people weren’t okay with it, they’d have done something to prevent it. At the very least, if they weren’t okay will mass shootings, they’d have done something to reduce the body count.
But they haven’t. They haven’t done a goddamned thing. And they won’t. We know they won’t. So yeah, Republican lawmakers (and a pair of asshole Democrats) are okay with routine sporadic mass murders. They won’t admit that, of course. Because that would make them sociopathic monsters.
Wait. They ARE sociopathic. They may not be actual monsters, but clearly they meet the diagnostic criteria for being sociopaths. They have a weak and limited capacity to feel empathy and remorse. Some of them may, it’s true, be sincere when they mouth the phrase ‘thoughts and prayers’. But they don’t feel enough empathy or remorse to actually do anything constructive about it. So fuck them and their thoughts and prayers.
I don’t know how many people have died in Uvalde, Texas. First they reported it was two kids. Then ten. Now I think the butcher’s bill is 21, mostly kids. Oh, and the shooter shot his grammy too, though she didn’t die. Well, not yet. The body count may go up; it so often does. Second grade, third grade, fourth grade kids. Eight, nine, ten-year-old kids. Shot dead.
Here’s another horrible thing: we’re not hearing about wounded kids. We’re not seeing pictures of ambulances pulling up to hospital trauma centers. We’re not hearing about kids in surgery. That suggests the victims weren’t just shot, but were shot to a degree that there was no point in transporting them to an emergency room.
There are…wait. There were just under 600 kids enrolled in that school. So about 3% of the student body were killed today.
I wrote that last night. Couldn’t finish it. Didn’t want to finish it.
This morning we’re learning the names of the victims. Last night they were just generic victims. Today we’ll find out more about them. We’ll see photos of them, we’ll hear from their friends and family members and teachers. Politicians (including Republicans) will mourn them in public. They’ll offer the usual thoughts, the usual prayers, and they’ll say we must never forget them.
But we will. Oh, their families will remember them. So will their friends. And the kids who saw them gunned down, they’ll never be able to escape those memories. But for the rest of us, in a few days they’ll just be included in the roll call of generic mass murder victims.
It’s tragic. It really is gut-shattering massively fucking tragic. And the tragedy will be compounded by the fact that nothing will change. Nothing will chance because Republican lawmakers (and a couple of asshole Democrats) are okay with routine sporadic mass murder. They’re basically okay with a few hundred kids being shot to death every year.
So are the people who vote for them.
Yesterday was the 144th day of the year. There have been at least 212 mass shootings in 2022 so far. Republicans and Republican voters are okay with that.
EDITORIAL NOTE: By the way, SCOTUS will be handing down a ruling on gun rights in the next few weeks. It’s almost certain they’ll make it easier for more people to carry more guns in more places. We can thank Republicans for that too.
Epic
Perhaps the best, most perfect, and well-rounded Snatch Game ever.
Bankrupt the Motherfucker
The Kids Are Alright
It’s the Fucking HYPOCRISY!
Look At This, America. Look At THIS.
This is US. We have lost all traces of our humanity.
Bring on the asteroid. Bring on the alien overlords. Bring on the AI singularity that wipes us all out. Let’s hope the cockroaches make a better go of this thing called civilization than we have.
Except for the daily UNFs that are already queued up) I’m going to hold off posting any more pictures of pretty men until I can process this. It seems…I don’t even have a word for it. I have no words for anything I’m feeling right now.
And since Ben is a school administrator, don’t think for a moment I don’t worry about him when he leaves for work every. damn. day.
As I told him this morning, if something happens to him at least I know he will have died protecting his kiddos…
Cinematic Anniversaries
The Empire Strikes Back broke the May 25th mold, being released on May 21, 1980.
On that date in May 1980, I was working as a legal messenger for Lewis & Roca, a large law firm in downtown Phoenix. I was still living at home, not yet having made that fortuitous overnight trip to Tucson where I met a man who would light the fire that finally got me to move out and get a place of my own (with him, initially at least). I was still 21 years old (something that would change in a few days hence and an age I used to consider ancient), my folks were still married, no one had heard of AIDS, Jimmy Carter was president, and all of my friends were still blissfully alive, totally unaware of the horror that was about to descend upon the gay community.



















































































