Sometimes I find myself asking people stupid questions. I guess it’s not that the questions are stupid- but the expectation that the people know the answers is. Stupid shit like “you don’t think it’s going to rain, do you?” I mean, unless the person is a schooled meterologist, and maybe not even then is there a chance that they know the answer better than I do. I find it usually happens when I don’t like the answer derived from the data my own senses produce. What a boring journal entry… you don’t think I’m in a slump, do you?
Alt77: Hot Rod Stigmata
There’s something campy and demented about William Steffey’s Hot Rod Stigmata that reminds me of the Butthole Surfers if they could stand still for enough
December 25, 2020
