Gold 4 poodles
In a rare move for me, I am feeling maybe hopeful (?) today and not like I wanna throw myself down a well this weekend? I’m all vaxxed up and I am counting down the minutes until it’s done it’s work and I can start doing more fun stuff. First on my list, going to a nail salon for the first time in a year and half and putting that poor nail tech through hell so my claws look less demented. Don’t worry, I will be tipping generously and offering my first-born child for the dreadful task that awaits them.
Is this me at the moment? I’ll never tell. TRIGGER WARNING: this video is kind of horrifying.
Theme music for this newsletter
Springtimmmmme power-pop/indie rock:
Pigeon Report
Do you think Racing Pigeons Digest might hire me to write Pigeon Report?
Grade: This supposed “journalistic” source is just propaganda.
Are you okay? Checking in on my favorite d-listers
Look, of course I must address Chet Hank’s “White Boy Summer.” I can’t decide if it poses a threat to our national security, or if I can kind of get behind some of his messages about respecting personal space and avoiding dad-hats.
White boys really don’t deserve summer, when they’ve had all of history, but also maybe having a leader as stupid as Chet will keep them all so busy, they won’t come up and talk to me ever again.
Answer: He’s feeling great, but I feel conflicted
Ephemera I’m into. Each week I highlight some random historical ephemera I’ve discovered that is probably only interesting to me.
This is the darkest shit I’ve seen in a minute:
The weirdest shit I saw on Craigslist recently
This week I have two CL gems. One disturbing and one nice =)
You know what, this is big of this person to apologize! And I too hope this person gets the UPS job! Because if they don’t get this job they might start trading poodles for gold.
Shit you really ought to read
I haven’t been doing much internet reading because I’ve not been on my computer all day thinking about the state of the world this week, so instead I was reading a lot of what we call in the business, “books.” Patricia Lockwood’s No one is talking about this is so good and I don’t know how she managed to make me snort-laugh and also cry at different points?
On a totally different vibe, I read Sally Rooney’s Normal People because I want to watch the show with the sexy Irish teens, and dang this book was so good. I read it at a breakneck pace and then just felt like, SIGH, really really glad I’m not 19 and pining after idiots anymore.