n 25 in idea barrages

For years, I genuinely thought the Johnny Cougar lyric was “Life goes on long after the threat of living is gone” and maybe that says more about me than it does Johnny Cougar.

The idea of old guys grimly telling their grandchildren about the horrors of war they experienced playing the Call of Duty games is getting closer and closer to us now. If this entire civilization collapses, well, we’ll have at least dodged that bullet. So to speak.

I want to enjoy this unseasonably warm late fall, I do, but I am from Lake Effect country and I know what this means. It’s just more energy building in Erie and Ontario, waiting for the day it’s finally cold and the other shoe drops hard. Our pessimism up here is well-earned.

Nobody talks about how some Italian foods sound like Ned Flanders trying his best to talk dirty. Pecorino, for God’s sak. Pecorino!

I feel like if Cool Whip were invented today, they wouldn’t go with the term “whipped topping” which just sounds like a kink thing.

Powerball idea: buy the old Little Falls Masonic Temple and renovate it into a concert venue called The Sonic Temple.

The inspirational phrase “Every Possession, Play Hard!” works equally well for team-sport athletes as well as it does for demons.

This much I can tell you. If something was able to create all of reality for all of eternity, there’s no way it could be impressed that you owned this this or that thing for a handful of decades. It could be like a child showing an adult their lint collection.