1. We've been fucked since we killed the last Mammoth. Those were good eatin' and people had to work together to seriously chow down on a Mammoth.
2. Jacob
3. I don't eat breakfast
4. Whatever the kids around the house are raving about (Formula One racing at the moment)
5. A lot -- best ever -- a sculptor I know went to China and started taking moving panoramas of entire villages -- they were still shots but he would narrate them as you walked along beside them (they were like a hundred feet long). I guess that's hard to visualize but very fun in person.
Oh man! That’s the best part. I want to look into her blank eyes as she smokes a cigarette and her boyfriend works industriously in the basement. (Or maybe I don’t.)
Woke up, read this, laughed and then noted to myself to return and answer your questions:
1. Yup, fucked? Because we always have been. Just not THIS MUCH.
2. Kyle.
3. My 13-year-old self wants French toast but my geriatric self wants a breakfast burrito.
4. Nope, won't go there. IN FACT, I just stopped making a podcast because, well, the real reason I did it was to regularly talk with another human being. It works! (Until I realized you can just talk to other people and doesn't have to be in front of a microphone.)
5. I've shown my artwork in a gallery (early 2000s, Outsiders & Others, Minneapolis) with late Hüsker Dü drummer Grant Hart (among other artists)! Fun. Everyone should make art or go see people's art to drink wine and people watch and be around an art scene.
She will invite him to watch Netflix with her. He will say "yeah, awesome, sure" and then get a bad cough that day. Bummer. Bad timing. Yeah, for sure.
I bake a challah for hubby every Friday night for Shabbat. I’m gf so I break apart and eat a gf biscuit after the prayer. When the kids were in town for Thanksgiving they made challah French toast the next morning. I used four of my senses and enjoyed thoroughly. 🥰
1) Of course we are fucked. We have always been fucked. Humans are not really capable of living in groups larger than 30 to 50. Whatever genetic fart happened that allowed us language and critical thinking, must have also been the asshole gene.
2) His name is Jacob, statistically
3) Breakfast Burrito, leaf blow out all the debris from a night of drinking. French toast if you have plans for later than day which require a less sore bum
4) Pod casts by super smart people. But, Heather Cox Richardson is the only one I can stand after Nov 5th. Corporate media is why we are where we are. The Parable of the Cave has never been more relevant than in this age of infotainment.
5) I have never been to an art opening. I would go if it was a friend showing, but otherwise just for the free food and to make fun of the super earnest who have decided that yes, this banana taped to a wall is art. If it’s that easy to make 6.2 million, we should all do it.
If we’re fucked - I sure can’t unfuck us and it won’t help to pontificate on our fucked-ness, so pass on that. The tool might be a Rex, but really I have no idea and I don’t do galleries and I don’t think you’d like my favorite podcast, Acquired. Both breakfast burritos and french toast make me slightly nauseous first thing in the morning, BUT I would like to share with the class that I made stuffing waffles the day after thanksgiving with fancy bourbon barrel maple syrup and they were delicious!
1 Yes, we’re fucked and in a perpetual cycle of awkward who-are-we-now morning-after breakfasts
2 Nate
3 breakfast burrito, horizontally?
4 Wiser Than Me by Julia Louie-Dreyfus and Ben Wakeman’s serial fiction from his Catch&Release Substack
5 Many art exhibit openings, first Friday art walks, museums. Hubs is an artist so he lets me tag along for his shows, and we like to go see art whenever we can. Experiencing art is one way of remembering that we’re not as fucked as it seems.
I wanted to see the Phil Dike exhibit in Claremont a few weekends ago and ended up on an art walk. The first gallery had live music, wine, and lots of hors d’oeuvre so I considered the evening a success.
I was gonna say, I think the last art opening I went to was at Scripps College (in Claremont) a million years ago when I was in college and went for the free wine and cheese.
Turns out this was a living art installation with performances every day at 11:00am.
Best answer! 🌯🌯🌯🌯🌯
1. We've been fucked since we killed the last Mammoth. Those were good eatin' and people had to work together to seriously chow down on a Mammoth.
2. Jacob
3. I don't eat breakfast
4. Whatever the kids around the house are raving about (Formula One racing at the moment)
5. A lot -- best ever -- a sculptor I know went to China and started taking moving panoramas of entire villages -- they were still shots but he would narrate them as you walked along beside them (they were like a hundred feet long). I guess that's hard to visualize but very fun in person.
Those mammoth breakfast burritos were dope.
If they actually do go on a date they are so lonely they will probably get married and then divorced within three years. His name is Noah.
You and I both know we are fucked for too many reason to list here!
French toast with real, dark maple syrup.
We’re fucked, but if the maple syrup is right it’s not so bad.
Maple syrup, yes, that could definitely be the answer. Or, in Santa Cruz, cannabis sativa 24/7.
Oh Shannon 🤗 maple syrup (1/2 litre) and Sativa live resin (1g) just this past week, upward & onward
Were they aware of each other when they were having sex?
Not sure, I wasn’t there for that part
Oh man! That’s the best part. I want to look into her blank eyes as she smokes a cigarette and her boyfriend works industriously in the basement. (Or maybe I don’t.)
No body says they had sexual, inter...course. They are just having social iinntercourse. For a few hours...w t f...
Excuses don’t count
Woke up, read this, laughed and then noted to myself to return and answer your questions:
1. Yup, fucked? Because we always have been. Just not THIS MUCH.
2. Kyle.
3. My 13-year-old self wants French toast but my geriatric self wants a breakfast burrito.
4. Nope, won't go there. IN FACT, I just stopped making a podcast because, well, the real reason I did it was to regularly talk with another human being. It works! (Until I realized you can just talk to other people and doesn't have to be in front of a microphone.)
5. I've shown my artwork in a gallery (early 2000s, Outsiders & Others, Minneapolis) with late Hüsker Dü drummer Grant Hart (among other artists)! Fun. Everyone should make art or go see people's art to drink wine and people watch and be around an art scene.
Make art, show art, see art. That is the way.
2. His name is Thadeus Bridgerton.
She will invite him to watch Netflix with her. He will say "yeah, awesome, sure" and then get a bad cough that day. Bummer. Bad timing. Yeah, for sure.
And that will be that.
I think this is correct
Extending the moment beyond touchy feely not so easy. Pretty funny. Anything deeper than a tortilla won’t work with those two.
They’ll always have the tortilla.
I bake a challah for hubby every Friday night for Shabbat. I’m gf so I break apart and eat a gf biscuit after the prayer. When the kids were in town for Thanksgiving they made challah French toast the next morning. I used four of my senses and enjoyed thoroughly. 🥰
No better toast for frenchifian than challah
what is gf
Gluten free.
I live for your numbered comments!
That is all.
Then you’re living right!
1) Of course we are fucked. We have always been fucked. Humans are not really capable of living in groups larger than 30 to 50. Whatever genetic fart happened that allowed us language and critical thinking, must have also been the asshole gene.
2) His name is Jacob, statistically
3) Breakfast Burrito, leaf blow out all the debris from a night of drinking. French toast if you have plans for later than day which require a less sore bum
4) Pod casts by super smart people. But, Heather Cox Richardson is the only one I can stand after Nov 5th. Corporate media is why we are where we are. The Parable of the Cave has never been more relevant than in this age of infotainment.
5) I have never been to an art opening. I would go if it was a friend showing, but otherwise just for the free food and to make fun of the super earnest who have decided that yes, this banana taped to a wall is art. If it’s that easy to make 6.2 million, we should all do it.
I appreciate your situational breakfast choices.
I neglected to add Situation Normal to what I can still read, and stay sane.
Wow, Anna, thank you for telling me that! Made my day.
If we’re fucked - I sure can’t unfuck us and it won’t help to pontificate on our fucked-ness, so pass on that. The tool might be a Rex, but really I have no idea and I don’t do galleries and I don’t think you’d like my favorite podcast, Acquired. Both breakfast burritos and french toast make me slightly nauseous first thing in the morning, BUT I would like to share with the class that I made stuffing waffles the day after thanksgiving with fancy bourbon barrel maple syrup and they were delicious!
Stuffing waffles!? You, sir, are a damn hero & legend.
To paraphrase Lucy:
Sun Tzu wasn’t so great. He never had his picture on bubble gum cards. How can you say someone is great who never had his picture on bubble gum cards?
Sun Tzu needs a better agent.
I mean, like, totally!
1 Yes, we’re fucked and in a perpetual cycle of awkward who-are-we-now morning-after breakfasts
2 Nate
3 breakfast burrito, horizontally?
4 Wiser Than Me by Julia Louie-Dreyfus and Ben Wakeman’s serial fiction from his Catch&Release Substack
5 Many art exhibit openings, first Friday art walks, museums. Hubs is an artist so he lets me tag along for his shows, and we like to go see art whenever we can. Experiencing art is one way of remembering that we’re not as fucked as it seems.
I considered a horizontal breakfast burrito, but didn’t make it happen on deadline. Obviously, there’s more work to do.
1. Yes but it has nothing to do with the fact that the climate changes
2. Ernie
3. Burrito with spicy pork and eggs
4. Rogan
5. I catered one once, obnoxious people with bad manners who thought bad manners were cool
That burrito sounds good.
1) We are soooo fucked. Do I have to explain? Four more years of 🍑🤡? Really?
2) Hunter
3) Depends on how hungry I am. Not very, French toast. Very, breakfast burrito but then save half for lunch.
4) Feh, podcasts. I think I started to listen to one about ghosts or something once. I’m a reader, not a listener. (Unless it’s music.)
5) See my answer to Alex Khalifa above.
According to the latest stats about half of U.S. adults listen to podcasts and half don’t. So power to the readers.
Wait, I want to change my answer to question 2. His name is also Madison. (Did y’all know that Madison Bumgarner once dated a woman named Madison?)
One of my coworkers was named Kelly Steele. His crazy ass wife was named Kelly also. Luckily his current wife is named something else.
I wanted to see the Phil Dike exhibit in Claremont a few weekends ago and ended up on an art walk. The first gallery had live music, wine, and lots of hors d’oeuvre so I considered the evening a success.
Total win!
I was gonna say, I think the last art opening I went to was at Scripps College (in Claremont) a million years ago when I was in college and went for the free wine and cheese.