Overheard: Mind Sandwiches

There was a time when men were men, women were women, and hermaphrodites shopped at Work World and pretended nobody noticed their C-cup and day’s growth of beard. It was a simpler time, a time when people would live in a place for years without ever knowing their neighbors’ names; when white people would cross the street if they saw a person of a darker race, or a different race, or someone with a particularly deep tan; when people would eschew the drab meaninglessness of their day-to-day responsibilities and instead fully invest themselves in the drab meaninglessness of managing a pretend baseball team.

Ladies and gentlemen, that time is now.

I started this blog almost a decade ago and then almost as immediately shelved it in favor of watching TV in my underwear and wondering where my youth went. Well, I found out where it went. It went to eight years of watching TV in my underwear and wondering where my youth went. But no more! I will no longer be beholden to the whims of a social contract that I never signed. Underwear be damned, is what I say.

But, before I get back to that, let me scrape the metaphorical sides of the peanut butter jar that is my brain and gather enough thought-butter together to smear it on the blog-bread and hope that it isn’t so far past the expiration date that it’s lousy with unreadability-salmonella and you, the reader, wind up with the disappointment-shits. It’s already looking bad.

It is thus that I begin this, The Week That Was. Continue reading The Week That Was: New And/Or Improved →