The headline made me worry that John Goodman had died. Whew!

Hey, you read xkcd too!

Can’t wait for the update: ISS NAWT AH ROOMAH!

I definitely read “St. Paddy’s Day transvestites.” Which I suppose is germane.

My first dig into Steve Reich was the Music for a Large Ensemble / Violin Phase / Octet album on ECM. It’s still my favorite collection; the two ensemble pieces are excellent, moving, relatively short works from his late 1970s output.

I attempted to play bits of Piano Phase with a similarly minded composer friend. We nested two grand pianos in a music classroom. What was most interesting to me was the spatial experience of hearing the notes bouncing between the two instruments, which is an oddity not as perceptible to the audience.

You are correct. At least for mine.

Ugh, the Enquirer. I saw an issue in the grocery store saying something like “Melania Moves In, Finally Bringing Grace to the White House.” 😤

I was at a food co-op meeting where a board member said “snail mail” offhand, and a 30- or 40-something guy raised his hand, was given the microphone, and indignantly said, “Point of order: The term ‘snail mail’ is very offensive!”

“Trump/Joker fan art” ≠ “Trump!Joker fan art,” though the former could be horrifyingly interesting.

I inadvertently wore a red undershirt that’s barely visible under my collar. I usually wear earth tones and muted greens and blues, so this foray into warm hues is fortuitously timed.

In college, I lived with a roommate whose OCD habit was to use hand sanitizer all the time, even though her general hygiene and household cleanliness were pretty suboptimal. She had a peculiar cloud of Purell tang and pit stank around her.

No garage. That’s why it failed.

Me too. Looked like another quirky family of five animated sitcom from the promos. I think the show’s underlying heart distinguished it.

Or the Department of Just Us Folks.

Yup, Sunshine was her first name.

Under Professor Diabeetus Wilford Brimley.

There’s someone in my organization with the name Sunshine too. I assume she’s not the same person.

Just got Christmas on Mars flashbacks. Thanks.

Oh, I do hope there’s a Steel Beam concoction in which a shot (or BOMB) of Jim Beam is dropped into a pint of Steel Reserve.