aug 27 in idea barrages

A show. About a hotel. Run by witches. Called BROOM SERVICE.

Had never listened to the full song “Pumped Up Kicks”, had never realized how little there is to it. It tries to stretch a half-way decent hook into a full radio hit but has nothing else at all. Like trying to stretch your Rice Krispy treat with saw dust until it’s all just wood.

Interestingly, even with the Canal Days parade canceled for COVID, the sky still knew to rain, as is the tradition.

If you refuse to compromise, are you taking a concessions stand?

If you’re going to come up with an ironically silly name for your Vietnamese restaurant, at least do something new with it. “Pho Shizzle” has been done everywhere. Why not “La Cage Aux Pho”?

Isn’t a bar for genies really just a djinn joint?

“GET OUT OF MY POND, YOU’RE NOT A FISH!” “Ah, but I am indeed a fish.” “DON’T YOU PLAY KOI WITH ME!”

What then of the anti-muses, the demons and devils that briefly give us great ideas that are beyond our abilities to see through to fruition, to torture us with their potential against our own lack thereof? No one ever talks about those cruel little pricks.