Here’s my timeline:

I got this info from my wife, who has to keep up with this stuff as part of her job:

I remember as a teenager installing a fancy new stereo into my newly bought beater ‘69 GTO and the first song that I found on the radio (on DC101) was Aerosmith’s Sweet Emotion. I remember cranking up the volume so I could hear it over the glasspacks. It was a perfect moment.

If you are in Santa Fe, please visit the original Meow Wolf. Words cannot describe the awesomeness. Not only is it a Disneyland of surreal art, but it is the best repurposing of a bowling alley ever.

Science!

It may just be my experience, but I find grown men who use nicknames in formal settings to be more toxic than average. Especially if they are from the South. Maybe there’s a relationship between having a childish name and having a childish view on life in a place where white men don’t have to grow up.

I was hoping to get through this article without seeing Rapaport’s puffy face but I was disappointed. 

I still can’t get over a 68-year-old man calling himself “Jamie”.

I kind of see Texas as Lawful Stupid and Florida as Chaotic Stupid. Texas makes the stupidity institutional, and Florida acts like a bunch of clowns in a tiny burning car.

When you hear the words “repeatedly doubling down on the practice despite scientific evidence”, you just know they are talking about Texas.

Here’s Gaetz surrounded by women too old for him:

Still crushing on Musetta Vander:

So many crosses! They must be nice Christian folk who live there.

We got married during the pandemic and it cost us $30. Marriage license was $25 and we splurged and bought two notarized copies of the marriage certificate.

Republicans always have to be discriminating against someone.

Thank you for your service, Grammar Man.

Dear Lord, you responded exactly nine months later. That’s got to be a record.

I thought red states like Utah were the biggest consumers of porn. 

...and will explore “the timely issues of identity, community, historical authorship and patriotism, told from the point of view of Jess Morales, a twenty-year-old DREAMer who, with her diverse group of friends, sets off on the adventure of a lifetime to uncover her mysterious family history and recover lost treasure.”

Good.