The whole Xmas With the Vandals album is great. Shoutout to the Angry Snowmans, too.

Scary that our only hope is that they trip over their own incompetence as they sprint towards fascism.

Drink too much, work too much, eat a diet consisting mostly of cheese and carbs. Stay in half-decent shape by putting in 14-hour days at a physical job.

Basically just circling the drain.

It still bugs me that Sean Bean’s name doesn’t rhyme.

Pretty much just Matt Freeman.

I fucking love Murphys, but they even admit that they’re not super talented. Ken Casey once said he didn’t even learn to play bass until their second album.

Interesting story. Dropkick Murphys (Boston-Irish punk band) got their first national hit by doing a punk version of “Shipping Out to Boston,” which was a Woody Guthrie taperoom-floor forgotten song. They also just lost one of their lead singer/songwriters last year.

They were trying to figure out what direction to go in, when Woody Guthrie’s granddaughter called them up to say she had found a bunch of other scraps and notes, wondering if they had any interest in putting together an album.

They said “fuck it, sure” and made an album called “This Machine Still Kills Fascists.” It’s not quite my cup of tea, but it resonated with a lot of people. If you’re interested in Guthrie’s music it’s definitely worth a listen. Modernized medium-talent version of his b-sides, basically.

The other downside is the situation I’m in. I made friends with a bunch of coworkers, then I got promoted to be their boss. Makes for a very strange power dynamic, where I have to code stitch between boss mode and friend mode.

Plus, I’ve had to fire people who I’ve been friends with for years. That fucking sucks.

World cold and hard. Titty warm and soft.

Endless supply of cheap pizza delivered to the picket line.