This was a gift from a Mary Washington College friend who came through town. (This comes after that weird time at the service station where they handed me a Playboy lighter.)
Seriously, you people entirely overestimate my Playboyishness.
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They shoulda called him “Wilford Grimly.”
Yeah, I challenge you to name ONE person who was actually persuaded to eat Quaker Oats because of those weird appeals by Wilford Brimley. This was the weirdest ad campaign ever.
“It’s the right thing to do.”
Was it a f***ing moral dilemma?
Postscript: no disrespect to the actor himself; Brimley was a sublime thespian. He was a key part of what is arguably the greatest science-fiction horror film of all time — John Carpenter’s 1982 masterpiece, “The Thing.” (I was actually unaware until writing this that he passed away back in 2020. ) THAT AIN’T FUCHS.
Silent Hill, Roanoke.
Nothing to see here. Just the Wells Fargo Tower in Roanoke, Virginia rising into a goddam otherworldly mist.
No photo filters.
My fellow insomniac friends were calling me Kramer last night.
My late-night hair stands straighter than all of yours. Don’t even try to compete!
(Sounds fishy to me.)
Today’s portmanteau — tilapia is truly terrible; they ought to call it terribilapia.
Typos. We all makes sum.
Dear Editor: Please accept my SUMBISSION; I sincerely hope it’s sumbit gud enuff to publish. Sincerely, Eric Robert Nolan
(I did catch the typo before sending, however.)
POCK POCK POCK
PLEASE. Stop me from turning into an absolute mother hen to EVERYONE in every conversation.
Pal of mine sent me vid of her dog in her yard … I just advised herself to check herself for ticks, in the same manner my mother used to say to me.
Throwback Thursday: U2’s “Tryin’ To Throw Your Arms Around The World” (1991)
I love this song. This was the ninth track from U2’s landmark 1991 album, “Achtung Baby.” I remember listening to this song while munching on Butterfingers candy bars, cramming nervously for psych exams in my dorm room during the 1993/94 school year at Mary Washington College.
By psych exams, I mean tests in my psychology classes — not tests administered to me by a psychiatric professional. But, hey, maybe they should have given me the latter. It might have saved everyone a lot of time.
Oh no!
We’re gonna ROCK DOWN TO Eclectic Avenue
— and then select our method.
I finally got the dam picture!!
This is … a beaver dam? I think? I spotted it in the Roanoke River the other night … there were furballs of some kind down there, and I saw an enormous heron swoop down to join them. I shot video, but it was too dark to share.
Is it a beaver dam? Feel free to correct me if I’m wrong. I won’t be embarrassed. You know I am a native New Yorker, and have no acumen for Virginia fauna. Maybe it’s a muskrat maze or ferret fortress or a nutria superstructure. You tell me.
