THE NEVERENDING
FILM FESTIVAL
#182  [archive]
Delicatessen (1991)[DVD from the library]
Movies are more fun for me knowing as little as possible before pressing ‘play’ — expectations color the experience. … [read more]

Hey, at the risk of being so corny it pops, let me start by saying, Thanks for reading this. Most days, my URL is my only contact with the outside world, so I’m glad you’re here, double-glad if you’re glad you’re here, and triple-glad if you leave a thought in the comments. … [read more]

THE NEVERENDING
FILM FESTIVAL
#181  [archive]
Doctor Who:
An Unearthly Child (1963)
[Streaming, free] When I fell for Doctor Who, it was the modern show, debuting in 2005, not the original that ran from 1963-1989. … [read more]

by Paul ModicI suppose I lead a pretty easy life if the most stressed out I get is when I’m lying in bed in the guest cabin in the backyard at my hosts’ house wondering about the bathroom situation. … [read more]

CRANKY OLD FART’S
BROWSER HISTORY
#367  [archive]
• It’s frustrating to watch civilization end
[Archived page]
    [Excerpt] We’ve
been marching and demonstrating and petitioning and getting arrested
for decades and yet greenhouse gas emissions are not going down. … [read more]

You never know where your mind’s going to take you — memories, ideas, and insanities might pop up and make you wonder, from what Guatemala of your mind did that come from? … [read more]

CRANKY OLD FART’S
BROWSER HISTORY
#366  [archive]
• The batshit crazy story of the day Elon Musk decided to personally rip servers out of a Sacramento data center
[Archived page] • 7 state flags still have designs with ties to the Confederacy
[Archived page] • The Louisville Slugger factory, ten years apart
[Archived page]  

🌎 THE NEWS YOU NEED 🌎 • Smithsonian returns woman’s brain to family in Seattle 90 years after it was taken
[Archived page]  • Climate change and insurance: The alarm bell we can’t afford to ignore
[Archived page] 
    Insurance companies are big and evil and I hate ’em, but they know how to do math. … [read more]

Here’s a low-level moral quandary, in which maybe I’m a butt-head. You tell me.

I live in a boarding house, where one of my flatmates, Dean, is a non-stop talker who rarely says anything interesting. … [read more]

Riding the bus in a sideways seat halfway back, I was directly opposite a door, mostly transparent, giving a clear view of everything on the sidewalk side. … [read more]

It’s a lovely day at the ominous Burien Transit Center, where drunks loiter and preachers preach; where litter blows in the wind, last week’s vomit lies on the concrete until the rains come, and three Transit Security guards oversee everything from their vantage point, leaning on their ‘squad car’.  … [read more]