may 4 in idea barrages

I declare that the little flavour-wad in the middle of a store-bought hummus be called “the nugget”. Sometimes you just gotta open a new one because you were really needing the hummus nugget that night.

The theme to the Carmen San Diego gameshow except it’s “where in the world is COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO?”

Radio killed the radio star, video killed the video star, stardom killed the idea of stars, it’s a bloodbath all around, success eats itself until an exploitable empty Brand is left to run the cheapest-to-produce echoes of its past on until it fades away.

At the occult Bed Bath and Beyond, get yourself your Baphomet bath-o-mat. Really soaks up the sacrifices and the salt.

The internet adopted the incredibly-regional possibly-fictitious term for hot dogs “glizzies” universally so fast, you wonder if it was one of those prank slangs like Snoop Dog invented just to test how stupid suburban white people could be.

He’s pretty depressed, he’s prob’ly insane, he’s gonna rock ‘til he’s out of cocaine, Sabbath Claus is coming to town.

The worst part of any fandom with a deep-history is that you have to learn a whole new sub-language to be able to fully participate in it. It is, however, also the best thing. It’s complicated like that.

My brain puts the Barenaked Ladies, Blues Traveller and Hootie avec Blowfish all into the same memory hole. I’m not saying it’s a good thing. I’m not saying it’s a bad thing! I’m just telling you, it is full on a thing.