this and that and things and stuff

Back in the old days, before social media destroyed the world and blogs were a relatively new thing, we would do these posts that were a lot of random things, instead of one main thing. We’d usually do this when a lot of time had passed since our previous post, and we just needed an excuse to add something new. Social media kind of took that away, because now we just toss a link or a picture or something silly onto Tumblr or Shitter or Facebook or whatever.

But I cling to the Old Ways, from the Before Times, when Everything Was Better (even though it really wasn’t), so here’s a bunch of stuff that I have posted in other places since my last post here.

Last night, I got my highest ever high score on Mr. Do!: 251,000. That’s 100K higher than what was my highest score for over a year.

If you haven’t watched Big Mouth on Netflix, I can’t recommend it enough. It’s maybe the most honest, frank, truthful and hilarious look at puberty, ever. I wrote a little bit about it on my Facebook.

I spent much of the last 18 or so months writing a novel about being 12, so I feel like I have a pretty good handle on how kids that age talk and feel (or at least, how I remember feeling when I was 12). At some point about 10 months ago, I came across the Netflix series BIG MOUTH, and I instantly fell in love with it. It’s an absolutely hilarious look at how weird and hormonal we are around 12 and 13 years-old, and it gets so much right about what we are like at that age. I just love it.

But as much as it gets right about the kids, I’ve always felt that the adults in the show were kind of cartoonish, which seemed kind of odd to me … until I realized last night that the adults are all portrayed THE WAY THE KIDS SEE THEM. So the parents are totally lame and embarrassing (Nick’s dad), always screaming about everything (Andrew’s dad), and trying too hard to be one of their friends (Coach Steve). [gif of Andrew and Jesse’s heads exploding]

Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe this isn’t intentional, but it feels like it is, and it would surprise me if it wasn’t, because everything else in the show, especially how frankly it deals with how hormonal and irrational we are at that age, is pitch perfect and grounded in reality.

I’m about 2/3 through season 2, and I’m doing everything I can to not binge it, because I don’t want to make my wait for season 3 any longer than is has to be.

Oh, hey, and speaking of season 3 … I’ll work for scale, if anyone at Netflix is interested.

Also on my Facebook:

I just realized that when I see a post on Reddit that is some version of “My idiot parents can’t figure out this meme” or “When your parents are so dumb they _______” I am likely looking at a post made by a teenager, whose parents are my age. (I’m 46).

I also realized that, until about ten minutes ago, I have always created a mental image of Boomers when I hear “my parents” because that’s *my* version of parents.

Getting old is weird, man.

My friend, Andrew, sent me this, because he just gets me:

Speaking of Bob Ross, Anne and I got a private Bob Ross painting lesson, and we both leveled up pretty substantially. I post all my Bob Ross paintings on my Instagram, but here’s a link to all the photos I took when we were learning. We both had so much fun, and as soon as I make meaningful progress on my novel revisions and rewrites, I’m going to try out my new skills and see how well I can use them.

They should make a sushi roll that’s squid, with every other fish in the bar wrapped around it. They’d call it Calamari Damacy.

My friend, Brad, is writing and hosting a new True Crime podcast that I think you’re going to love, especially if you are a fan of Serial, Heaven’s Gate, or Making a Murderer. Check out Murder, Etc.

TL;DR Wikipedia is one of my favorite new Instagram follows.

Mike Doughty is currently on tour, performing the entire first Soul Coughing album, Ruby Vroom. I’m seriously considering going full Deadhead for this tour.

Did I ever mention that I have an account at Goodreads?

I may as well round up my social medias:

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Nazi punks fuck off.

I’m sure there’s other stuff that I’m forgetting, but that’s something we would say at the end of these posts back in the early 2000s, so there ya go. If you got this far, feel free to use comments in this post to AMA, and I’ll do my best to answer your questions.