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The respect of men in anticlimatic
I can’t convey in words how surprised I am with how much I enjoy my job, this holiday season in particular. Now that I have had a couple years of more or less routine to get me off the panic bus...
Eight miles, straight up, downtown somewhere. That’s Kenny Rogers, in case you were wondering. Might remember it from The Big Lebowski. I remember it from the radio in my dad’s truck in the 80s...
Christmas Creeps in anticlimatic
The creeps have blown in with this blizzard. My mother, who is mostly estranged to me now since remarrying and suddenly acquiring four new grandkids to have REAL fun with, just canceled Christm...
I Like The Old Ones in anticlimatic
....be they Lovecraftian Gods, or Christmas carols. This song has roots as early as the 8th century, and there is something about it relative to the story of Christmas that does it for me. ...
Devastating Deliveries (unpacked) in anticlimatic
Thanks for always being there, Doc. This is not a reference to Doc Brown, although the scene where Marty thanks Doc and they hug at the end of the first one, outside the clock tower, is one of ...
Devastating Deliveries in anticlimatic
What are some lines from popular cinema that have flattened you, emotionally? Some of mine, in no particular order or context: (win one point for each movie recognized) Thanks for always being...
Artists Pair Better With Poor People in anticlimatic
They just do, in every way. Not to be confused with talented people (and not to presume they are mutually exclusive), who benefit very much from being around people who are in positions to elev...
November Scaries in anticlimatic
I can’t shake the creeps. They come in a variety of forms; a handful of concepts. Memories seem further away than they aught to be. Or maybe they just felt closer than they should have up until...
And Don't Time Change Those Inclined in anticlimatic
…to think less of what is written, than what’s wrote between the lines. I find myself in the most ethereal place, mentally. A touch of psychosis. Slippage. Like I’m floating above a city I coul...
The Midnight Sun in anticlimatic
On the list of genuinely terrifying episodes of The Twilight Zone, number 1 for me is The Midnight Sun. The basic premise is that earth has been knocked slightly off of it’s orbit to the sun, ...
Some Friendly Advice in anticlimatic
Assume everyone likes you, but don’t count on it. Never try to leverage someone’s feelings for you into doing or giving you things. If you need something from someone that you don’t have, offe...
Mermaid Avenue in anticlimatic
Up until a few days ago I was using Youtube on my phone (not even the App, the website via Safari) for all of my music and podcast needs. Like a fucking animal. Fortunately, I discovered Spo...
What am I going to do when I run out of old men? in anticlimatic
I know I say this like once a week, but I just can’t with my own generation. Millennials, to me, are a people largely broken- mentally, spiritually, emotionally- yet they have great taste in t...
Do ghosts haunt the highway, or does the highway haunt me? in anticlimatic
It was deliciously warm last night so I took advantage. Set out around 9:00pm and pedaled my bicycle through the long series of parking lots behind the storefronts on the west side of town. Be...
On Criticizing Others in anticlimatic
I’ve always been on the apathetic side. Survival of the fittest and the natural order always suited me just fine. Because I was always young, and strong, and didn’t care about anything or anyone...
Church Beach, Goodhart MI in anticlimatic
Saw a video online using this song. Someone getting off of a subway and filming the steps and sidewalk in front of them, then suddenly glancing up surprisingly (to me) at the Cologne cathedr...
On Driving in anticlimatic
I drive more than the average person, I’d say. Mostly for work. Commuting from the town I live, around the bay to the town I work, every day. Driving from one job to the next. Sometimes six in a...
I'm sorry, Teddy Ruxpin. in anticlimatic
When I was a kid, at night, I’d pretend my bed was a pod of protection floating through space and I’d draw all of my stuffed animals near and imagine a type of eternity where we, my stuffed anim...
The Blind Spot That Crashes The Plane in anticlimatic
Anyone who finds themselves shouldered with the responsibility of seeing anything through to completion will back me up on this I think. A specific fear, or humility, born of experience. That th...
I know where I'd like to be... in anticlimatic
Christmas Is Mother's Day in anticlimatic
I’ve ranted and raved about this album cover before. Maybe it’s just my mommy issues, but there is something about it that does it for me. The baby, the way she’s looking at him, the hair up...
Life is too short not to stare at people in anticlimatic
My girlfriend, who is very demure, very mindful in public (read: neurotic)- constantly yells at me for staring at people. People in the grocery store. People in their yards when we’re walking do...
Time Was Like Water, But I Was The Sea in anticlimatic
The amount of time I spent as a kid baking on sidewalk stoops and curbs- stranded by childhood limitations, boredom, and peer pressure- was truly Lovecraftian in it’s scope (as well as madness i...
Lady In Black in anticlimatic
She came to me one morning, one lonely Sunday morning, her long hair flowing in the midwinter wind. I know not how she found me, for in darkness I was walking, and destruction lay around me...
Babymaking Music in anticlimatic
What’s a song off of your “seduce and destroy” playlist?
