10.24.2025 - Weekly Digest
So the metrics feature on this here platform I use for posting and sending this stuff tells me we crossed the 200 post mark this week. Thanks for reading and encouraging all that scattered self expression.
10.20.2025
There's talk of comets. At least one and maybe a couple two three, on the horizon after sundown. Folks are curious about the comets, some of them. At least one guy I know is sure this means disaster. Funny you should use that word, I tell him. He gives me this look like I have an asshole for a mouth. I continue, interesting you should say disaster. He's halfway down the hill by now so I yell after him, comets aren't stars, Paolo. Anyway this doesn't concern us, you and me. We know where the real disasters are. Other people I pretend to know have a real problem with the comets and anything else that shows up in the Solar System without a good excuse. They whisper about asteroids and what they're hiding. These celestial objects, they say, we don't trust 'em. Otherworldly vessels in the skies. On a survey mission or doing recon for the coming unimaginable war. What if they're just cruising by to take a look, I say. Djya hear about Earth? Sounds hilarious! Let's check it out.
10.21.2025
In this one there's a shark in Lake Michigan and it's bent on kicking my ass. I'm in a boat for some reason, an ice runner, I tell someone, so sure. Out in West Traverse Bay where people are going about their businesses and I'm trying to fight it off with a fisherman's net on a long pole. Looking around for any of the tools or weapons they used in Jaws and there's none because I didn't plan on fighting any sharks around here. Makes short work of my ice boat and my only option is to play dead and float with the tide toward the shore and hope it doesn't notice. I make it pretty close whether I deserve it or not and there's a grouping of tiny islands and I'm hopping from one to the other all excited to say the word archipelago. When I get to land no one cares or believes me so I head back out to the little islands and there's the bastard again and this time he doesn't look like he's going to let a little thing like land stop him. I grab a broomstick and set it in sand like a pikeman against the charge. It's a really bigass freakin' shark.
10.22.2025
News on the street is a car got stolen. Neighborhood leader lady is walking up the steep incline when I step out and says I need your phone number and she's all familiar so I think she means the people who live here so I'm all I'm housesitting but sure and she says okay follow me so I do since I'm going for a walk up and down hills anyway. We get to the top and there's a cop there and folks sitting out in front of their houses and she gets into a lengthy discussion about whether this guy is the community liaison or just some schmo cop or whatever and turns out all of this is because a lady stuck at home with a newborn baby's car got stolen so she can't go anywhere. Ups the stakes. Anyway I make an excuse like I have a call in a few minutes when I don't but I don't enjoy just standing around after being directed to stand there and not being part of the conversation. I'll help if I can, I say, and I mean it but what kind of nonsense is that? I'll just go out real quick and track down some car thieves for you. Anyway yeah give me your number sure okay I'll leave mine in the mail slot yeah sounds great or knock if you want sure sounds good great to meet you what was your name?
10.23.2025
No Kings Oakland. Signs. Drums. Folks. We march, Al and I, in front of the drum corps. Invisible sonic shielding. Here and there a chant cuts through. You see that sign? You see the dinosaur? Saw the dinosaur. Speeches. Fire and unity under the sun. Protected pelican cruising over the crowd, checking things out. More drums and is that W Kamau Bell over there? Mayor was a Black Panther, knows how to organize, knows how to talk to people around here. Later we meet a guy, rehabilitated felon, works the door in his building, knows everyone in his building. Slamming oysters cuz he has a date.
Local landmarks: Bruce Lee's house. I'm standing right in front of it wondering which one then realize I'm staring at his silhouette mid-flying kick flat against the stucco. Noticeable but I'm expecting something more garish I guess. A statue punching through a stack of bricks, automated and regular like a Dippy Bird. Or the dragon from Enter the Dragon. Just a moment. I'm told there's no dragon in Enter the Dragon. I don't know much about Bruce Lee.
Also the house from Sorry to Bother You, the one with the garage they were sleeping in. I'm told Tessa Thompson doesn't live in that garage or anywhere around here, which sours the deal a little bit but it's still a sturdy house with what looks to be a working garage door. Hell maybe I'll see if they'll let me sleep in there once I have to vacate this place.
And now I'm out of thoughts. Have a lovely week.