Weekend Plans Post: Winter Is Officially Over
Mark Twain had a funny line: “The pleasures of fornication are overstated while the pleasures of defecation go unsung.”
Mark Twain had a funny line: “The pleasures of fornication are overstated while the pleasures of defecation go unsung.”
Stefan Zweig perhaps wrote so well about reversals of fortune because he suffered one himself.
X-Com Chimera Squad was only announced a couple of weeks ago. And now it’s out already!
I’m not ready!
All of the things you love about football, none of the things you don’t.
This week my toddler shook my phone and out popped the father of “Cosmic American Music,” or as the folks over at No Depression call it, “Alt-Country.”
Even though Record Store Day has been delayed this year, I am hoping that will be even the slightest distraction from the anxiety of these weird times.
Tarkovsky’s final movie, about a man willing to sacrifice everything to undo the cataclysm engulfing his world, rings strangely true right now.
Playing games is a nice diversion from normal life. But life is abnormal.
What happened when the saddest man in Omaha decided to “make a rock record with the disappeared?” Magic.
Just the simple little joys of running the errands that I haven’t run for a month would sound sooooooo good.
A game I balked at when it was selling for $100 is now selling for $12. And it got rid of the microtransactions! Replaying Middle-Earth: Shadow of War.
Last week, the randomizer demanded that we cover Tweedy, a band created by Wilco front man, Jeff Tweedy with his son, Spencer. Not our first Wilco-themed rodeo either. This week, we cover a lo-fi...
Do you have any books lying around that you keep intending to read once the time is right? Laura Spinney’s “Pale Rider” is one of those books for me.
So you want to play board games from a distance…
After raging against the currently non-functioning machine last week, we forge ever onward with more music this week on Saturday Spins. Apparently the Discogs randomizer is a cruel mistress, and really wants me to...
Well, the directive went out from the Governor: Stay at home.
Waaaaaay ahead of you. (Lemme just go to the store first.)
We haven’t done one of these for a long time, but here goes: This week’s prompt is “A song from your preteen years”.