There was a point where the National Socialist Party was actually socialist. But Hitler and his ilk saw a party with popular momentum, joined it, co-opted it, and betrayed the socialist ideals.

Ha. Similarly, I was at a big music festival a few years ago, taking to a random 20- something dude. I mentioned which bands I was there to see and he just yelled “YOU’RE OOOLD!” at me.

Same guy who hasn’t washed his hands in 18 years.

Sometimes the smallest, softest voice carries the grand biggest solutions!

Knowledge is knowing that a tomato is a fruit.

Wisdom is knowing not to put it on a fruit salad.

My nickname is ‘Closed Circuit’

Not gonna cap it off with Wake Up by RAtM?

Seriously. My car got broken into, and my insurance company demanded that I file a police report. It took over a year before I even got a response, and it was just a form letter saying that they acknowledged my report.

Yeah, picks are waaay cheaper than strings. And you can hot swap them in the middle of a show.

Also, punk bassists shouldn’t pick. Unless you’re Matt Freeman. Then you can do whatever the fuck you want.

Wow. You suck.

For a while, Gmail was giving me targeted ads for suicide cleanup services. Something about my activity screamed : this dude’s about to off himself, but wants to be courteous about it."

That would be a reasonable argument a decade ago, before we knew exactly what he’s about.

Voting Trump in 2016 is something bad that a person does.

Voting Trump in 2024 is something that a bad person does.

This guy’s kinda famous for that. Just tag him as “unnecessarily agro” and move on.

Lizzie and the Triggermen just did a very good cover of it.

Pressure cookers can be a cheat code. I’ve been using it for ribs for a few years now. Dry rub, pressure cook, sauce and broil. Purists would scoff, but I’d say it’s 90% as good as the recipes that take 12 hours.

Ribs on a weekday? Hell yeah.

Bring a better bottle than marsala and you’re in.

My go-to is probably a dijon-marsala pork tenderloin.

Coat a tenderloin in Dijon mustard and brown it. Toss it in the oven for 20ish minutes. Use a meat thermometer. Meat production safety is getting iffy these days.

In the same pan, sautée a shitload of finely-diced shallots in butter. Pour in equal parts cream and marsala wine. Reduce it by about half and add more Dijon until it tastes good.

Slice the meat and drown it in tasty sauce.

Good judgement come from experience. Experience comes from bad judgement.

I don’t know exactly how much of my warped view on reality is directly attributable to reading the Guide at a young age. I hope most of it.

I fucking hope you’re right.