dec 6 in idea barrages

I feel like if we start naming COVID strains to sound like rare Transformers figures, we’re going to end up with the internet WANTING to collect them all.

He claimed he was beaten up by a mysterious group of Christmas carolers but the police were never able to catch the wassailants.

If TAXI and WKRP IN CINCINATTI taught us anything (and they should’ve taught us a lot, dammit) it’s that the key to a banger television theme is a deliciously cheesy jazz-rock electric piano lick.

My favourite line in any Christmas carol ever was always “God and sinner reconciled”… like… it’s one of the few songs that admits it’s not just the people that gotta give in, God’s gotta humble up and meet us halfway too if it’s ever gonna work. I love that idea.

Mashing up Neil Young’s “Revolution Blues” and the opening bit to “Band on the Run” in my head. It works real well.

If nothing else, this life will have to teach you that you don’t get what you want and to be what you want at the same time, not both, not never. Most of us will never get either, of course, but at best you get one of ‘em. Choose damned wisely which.

A simpler sort of epitaph for a time than Gravity’s Rainbow was. A splash of brilliant color in an accidental spill of the blood that fuels us & burns us away, puddled up on the ground, in a pothole, weirdly beautiful despite the doom & the waste. A gasoline rainbow, if you will.

Then there was the minor Biblical character Karenlinius who had paid good money for that room at the inn and was so disgusted with that immigrant couple getting to stay free in the adjacent barn that she demanded to speak to a manger.