Instead of writing a post tonight I wrote an email to a friend. Remember that? Writing an email to a friend? It was like letters that you would send, through the post office. “Remember me when I am killed at war,” I imagine them seeming like. It was a long time ago, but before email, people would literally put pen to paper to compose a letter to a friend. Eh, maybe I’m being too stupidly nostalgic. But times are weird, man. It always feels good to be thought of, and the opposite of fascism is community. Write...
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In the Garage
Garage season brings a smile. The bay door is up and the back door is propped open with a lawn bag of branches trimmed off the hedge earlier in the week. The openness allows a nice cross breeze as I sit here in a lawn chair, enjoying the shade, and looking out at the street and the bright hot sunlight. There is a soft hum coming from the mower battery charging, which is interrupted by the loud cars driving bye at steady clip. Rakes and shovels line one wall. Old skis, a golf bag, and kids bikes...
Continue reading...From occupied DC
How does it feel to live in an occupied city? Well, it fucking sucks, man. How does all this feel? It fucking sucks, man. In case you’re unaware because you’ve been living under a rock for the past week or so, our so-called commander-in-chief decided that the capital (capitol) city is such a hornet’s nest of criminal activity that it is a national emergency that he had to surge the troops or whatever the fuck he is thinking on any given sundown. It’s all bullshit. This whole administration is bullshit. Don’t worry, though: it’s all a distraction....
Continue reading...Rumors of our demise have been greatly exaggerated
We’re not dead, I promise! Some of us just went on vacation and have spent the last week trying to catch up on what’s been happening on the internet. Wouldn’t want to be redundant or duplicative, you know? Luckily, it seems nothing of note has happened in the past few weeks. Certainly not Trump firing the stats person at Labor because Trump doesn’t like stats, or Trump moving around nukes because of something a nobody said, or, well, you get the picture. Nothing of note happened while we were gone because we were not around to note...
Continue reading...Father’s Day
Father’s Day is a weird day for me. I never knew my own father; I knew his name and saw some pictures, but I never met him and I’m not sure he ever knew I existed, except as a pregnancy test result and ensuing paternity suit. So, I never really experienced Father’s Day as a kid, except as a nod to my grandfather, who wasn’t my real grandfather, since my real grandfather died a decade before I was born and my grandfather as a guy my grandmother married after. I mean, he was my real grandfather in...
Continue reading...We are so f**cking back
I would like to welcome you to the next chapter in Verities and Vagaries history. We were a web log founded in the twilight years of the web log golden era (circa 2010). We were founded to have fun with the medium, while also staying true to our probably too-earnest sensibilities as probably too-earnest political thinkers and actors. We also wrote a ton about booze. But as we aged, our jobs got more demanding, and the web blogosphere started fading (so did we). The bastards killed Google Reader. As such, the effort just wasn’t at-hand to keep...
Continue reading...Something’s happening
Can’t say what yet, but stay tuned. It’s been a long time since I used WordPress lol.
Continue reading...Watch: This guy give a KKK rally the perfect party music
Dropping some dope-ass sousaphone to hilariously illustrate just how dumb the whole thing is. Trolling in real life is the best kind of trollery.
Continue reading...Belmont Picks
An almost Happy Belmont Day to you. Less than twenty-four hours until the betting starts, and I figured why not put myself out there with some picks. American Pharoah is the fan favorite, the likely winner, and so there is no surprise the morning line odds have him at 3/5. Not a lot of money to make there on a win bet. If I remember anything from last year, California Chrome’s owner went a bit mad about how difficult it is for a horse to run in all three legs of the Triple Crown. Slightly good...
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