In generously wooded Northwest Connecticut, the mighty Appalachian Trail and the dainty Pine Knob Loop flirt briefly, whispering ancient secrets only they would understand, serenaded by a gentle, mossy waterfall. What if they fucked? That shit would be craaaaaaazy!

Still pinching myself that I got to make this aspirational piece of joy with @lavernecox.bsky.social @mrgeorgewallace.bsky.social and Norman Lear. If you need to believe in unconditional love, light and laughter, "Clean Slate" is on Prime.

My mom's first birthday since she left this world. She was pretty fuckin' good at putting words together, if I do say so myself.

We played in his driveway every night, 'til it was too dark to make out the net. A hallowed venue for the sweat-soaked, exuberant work of growing up. We got to talk one last time yesterday. I told him I'd see him again someday, in the driveway. He told me he'd bring the ball. Love you, Todd. Goodbye

I love how AI is expected to cure cancer, yet it can't make two flyers that don't look the exact fucking same.

Tonight's Presidential address is so D.O.A. its sister's being named to the Senate.

Had quite a time on Hindsighting, the podcast that reopens debate about past Best Picture winners. Enjoy my hit piece on DRIVING MISS DAISY, and find out why it's all Young MC's fault. podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/h...

Hindsighting

TV & Film Podcast · Updated Weekly · Hindsighting covers all (and we mean ALL) the Best Picture Oscar Winners and poses a central question: Are these movies truly the best or has time rendered a diffe...

podcasts.apple.com

Had quite a time on Hindsighting, the podcast that reopens debate about past Best Picture winners. Enjoy my hit piece on DRIVING MISS DAISY, and find out why it's all Young MC's fault. podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/h...

Hindsighting

TV & Film Podcast · Updated Weekly · Hindsighting covers all (and we mean ALL) the Best Picture Oscar Winners and poses a central question: Are these movies truly the best or has time rendered a diffe...

podcasts.apple.com

No, YOU'RE sobbing at 'Sheep Detectives'!

It's a shame that Anna Rey Horny is doing porn. Feels like the Horny family could've changed their surname years ago and completely altered her trajectory.

You can feel the edges being rounded off every piece of art governed by the algorithm. You can feel the humanity being replaced, the surprise,the complication that is being a person, reduced to shapeless blobs by the gears and blips of late stage capitalism. Anyway, try new Berry Blast Sour Worms!

Not enough people are talking about my switch to flat bill baseball caps. It's hurtful and jarring.

250, y'all. Thinkin' about the melting pot today. Folks who came here outta hope or by force. Folks who were already here, minding their own damn business. All of us in this sometimes rocky boat, trying to make it work. I love y'all. Let's keep meltin' and whatnot.

Shame.

Look no further, FBI. The reflecting pool was stabbed to death by George... um... Tropicana.... I mean Glass... George Glass.

Freedom of the Press. Use it or lose it.

Some magical day the press will finally lose their shit.

I love how some people's algorithms are all, "Here are some charming, unlikely animal friendships," but mine is like, "Here are 715 horrific workplace accidents."

At a coffee shop/plant nursery in Eagle Rock. Hopefully more merged businesses will catch on. Laser tag/notary. Cemetery/trampoline park. Brothel/Chipotle. The possibilities are endless!

"Grandpa, how did this happen and whatnot?" "Well Bobby, a drag queen read a storybook, so the only choice was to become a racist, fascist dictatorship and let seven wockaflockas take all the money."

I think it really helped Spencer Pratt when, in the home stretch, it was announced his mayoral bid was being filmed for some reality show, AND he went on Fox News, AND Trump praised him. If I know Los Angeles at all, those things really improved his chances.

Avoid going to the dentist for several years, culminating in a torturous catch-up visit. Ask me how!

One fun thing about L.A. is that there's occasionally a lion in the neighborhood. "Careful on your stroll to Erewhon. There's a lion."

It's high-key crazy how many of us will eventually, like, pass away or whatever.

Remembering those who gave all.

My grandfather made it home, but his kidneys failed soon after from the sulfa drugs given on Guadalcanal. A wife and 3 daughters left behind. The government never acknowledged it or made it right. But nice to know people who broke into the Capitol and wiped their shit on the walls will get millions.

Dark times. Luckily, I have a... (checks notes) ...Bright Eyes concert tonight to cheer me up?

I wept for my country on January 6th. Now it's a relentless terror fog. My faith in humanity wanes by the moment and I can feel part of my heart dying every day. Anyway, have a super-fun weekend!!!

To my peeps, and my Brown and LGBTQ friends. Never forget that your light was so damn bright they handed the world to the first asshole who promised to dim it.