You can't have your shit and ask other people to eat it too...

Happy Wednesday evening y'all. Several attempts to contact folks today have failed...you forget that people have lives with their own intricacies and only occasionally, in the grand scheme of things, do our lives intersect (unless you're fucking stuck with them at work....hahah). Let's get back to positivity, alright, meaningfulness, if you will. I told someone the other day, "don't take any wooden nickels." I don't know why that popped into my brain, because it's much older than me...a movie I watched, a book I read, or even something my Great Grandfathers might have said. Looked it up and at the top of the google list was the AI "definition"., but I am wary of AI. I think we should all be, not in the Terminator sense, but there are just too many question marks floating around about where it will all lead, in my opinion. Maybe it's just my ignorance talking....probably, but I just find it all superstitiously spooky. Anyway, the next origin/definition cam from the Associated Press, "This saying goes back to 1915 and probably began simply as a humorous warning to country folk going to the city not to be taken in by city slickers trying to pay them off with wooden nickels." Damn city slickers....hahah! So, above is obviously the hilariously sinister Mr Pickles, from the legendary cartoon...

...but this here (for me) is the real Mr. Pickles though, who is the lord of being a shotgun passenger. He's a better friend to me than I could ever be to him, but I have aspirations about that and what it means to care and love in general.

Stumbled on a band called Beaver doing Absence Without Leave (Morocco) and they fucking rock. will have to do some investigating into more of their music.

Like last week, another caricature of an actor who has put a smile on my face, a time or two, "why do I have to Mr. Pink" Steve Buscemi...

One of my absolute favorite Beastie Boys recordings, with a fan made lyric vid that really does it some justice...RIP MCA!

My Son's long time girlfriend, who just brings tears to my eyes in this picture from a recent performance (apologies for not knowing the name of the masterful photographer). I consider her a welcome and much appreciated member of my family...God knows we could use a boost. My Moms would have adored her. Thank you for sharing the photo Son 💖

Haven't had me a Molosser Crude meal for my brain in a while. This is the last vid on their YT page and it was 6 months ago, so hoping that a Swedish Summer will bring them out of hiding for some more tunes. Good folks playing some heavy hitting tunes!

Don't know that I ever shared this on the old blog, but this is Mr. Pickles as a wee lad, taken May 21st 2016. God, things were so different then...Mom actually took this pic in her yard, 6 months before she died. She was absolutely smitten by him. I'm more of an adopt a mutt kind of guy, instead buying a purebred, but that doesn't change the fact that he was loved and is still loved :)