I blame alcohol, George Clooney, and a coupla’ migraines.
For my being missing in action, that is. I could come up with more reasons, and there may actually be other reasons, but the first line is my story and I’m stickin’ to it.
Onward!
1. It should come as no surprise that I am uninterested in the newest Apple product, be it a smartphone or, yeesh, a smart watch—oh, excuse me “smartwatch”.
Really. A “smartwatch”.
I have a mere smart watch. It’s a Timex. It keeps time, and looks good—looks smart—doing it.
It cost me somewhere between 30 and 40 bucks and will last for years. It costs me ten bucks every coupla’ years to replace the battery.
The Applewatch (!) costs 350 bucks and will last, well, that doesn’t matter, since it’ll be ditched for ApplewatchII in 13.45 months (I made that up), and which battery likely cannot be replaced.
If you like your gadgets to do absolutely everything and Apple gives you faraway eyes, then enjoy your smartwatch.
I’ll be in the cave with my many devices, each of which does one thing, and cursing because I can’t find the right one.
2. I was sorely tempted to join the Democratic Party just so I could vote against Andrew Cuomo in the New York state primary.
I couldn’t, in the end, force myself into the Dems: I am pragmatic enough to vote for them, but leftwing enough not actually to become one.
Anyway, Andrew Cuomo is a conniving asshole who hates New York City and he almost certainly will be my governor for the next 4 years.
Better than Scott Walker, yes, but about par with a migraine and much worse than alcohol or George Clooney.
3. Speaking of Scott Walker, I would most like to win the lottery so I could drop a barge-full of money on the Badger state advocating for his opponent, Mary Burke.
I so so so want him to lose lose lose. Not only because I think he’s making Wisconsin worse, but also because that should put a stake in his presidential aspirations.
4. It has occurred to me that I might be better off if I just do one, grand, Fisking of all of Rod Dreher’s blog posts and be done with it.
I don’t think I will—see: migraine—but it might help to stop the mutterings and splutterings after reading him.
Of course, not reading him would also help to stop those mutterings and splutterings, but let’s not get all logical here, all right?
5. And logic? Please call Andrew Sullivan. In today’s “Best of” post (to which I’m not linking, because I still haven’t ponied up the double sawbucks for unlimited access and don’t want to waste a click), he states that:
I’ve never really felt totally comfortable identifying with a whole lot of what’s called gay culture.
This, from a man who runs a “Beard of the Week” feature.
Who gushes over Pet Shop Boys.
Who complains about the artifice of Lady Gaga by comparing her, unfavorably, to Miss Authenticity herself, Madonna.
Who has repeatedly mentioned how club culture and insta-fucking helped him feel more at ease with (gay) men of all races.
But because he doesn’t want to march in “lefty lockstep orthodoxy”, somehow he’s outside of a whole lotta gay culture.
Uh huh.
(To his credit, he does note the irony of writing this after having returned from his annual summer sojourn to Provincetown.)
6. Finally, I was going to write something about Joan Rivers, but wasn’t at all sure what to say.
I was huge fan in high school (Can we talk?) but my delight in her fell off rather considerably over the years: what had seemed daring later, to me curdled into mean, and I rarely laughed at her jokes anymore.
Still, she did help to form my sensibility that comics really ought to be able to say anything, and the only thing that mattered to the craft was: was it funny?
(And, it should be said, that bit on her reality show in which she got high with a friend was fucking hilarious. It’s not as funny on second viewing, but oh did I laugh the first time I saw it. Go here, and fast forward to about 26:05.)
Anyway, I read this, which seemed about perfect.
h/t Scott Lemieux, Lawyers, Guns & Money
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