Saturday, May 23, 2026

 I was talking to someone recently about political caricature and I brought up the idea that humor and sarcasm and irony are good at exposing truths about institutions and established power but that you can't build something useful out of them. And the person I was talking to said that laughter can still be cathartic and useful to help people manage.

It's hard for me to disagree but I don't feel like laughter is helpful at this point in time. Removed from context, Trump is hilarious. On some level, we've been laughing at him the whole time. But it doesn't stop him in any way. 

Patton Oswalt had a joke about the end of the Bush administration where he said people would come up to him and say "Oh man, you comedians are in trouble now that Bush isn't president. You aren't going to have anything to talk about." And he responds

Imagine for the last 8 years there were demons just flying around in the sky and they would randomly swoop down and sodomize people. And I wrote ten killer minutes about the sodomy demons and then the Pope banished them to another dimension and people go 'boy Patton you really miss those sodomy demons'

Much like senseless demons, Trump is formless. He's a void. He doesn't stand for anything. And I feel like the best way to build something is to be sincere. 

Not that humor doesn't have a place--I just feel like in my lifetime we've been in a golden age of political humor and things are terrible. If political humor actually did anything, why are things like this?

Tuesday, May 19, 2026

dude

 dude

what

oh

I thought

yeah

no I just

ok


That was a poem about a guy who when he was four met a frog wizard and the frog wizard said in ten years I'm going to sneak up behind you and slap you and if you catch me you get a thousand frog dollars and if you don't you get slapped and tough break kid and the kid tried his hardest to remember but then he forgot and wasn't sure about the day and time anymore and then he got got.

Monday, May 18, 2026

reading back my old posts

from 14 years ago

I always feel

like I did too much

but now I don't

Sunday, May 17, 2026

scuttling cruttling

scuttling cruttling

scuttling cruttling

the crab who pinches and snips

scuttling cruttling

scuttling cruttling

the crab who pinched a thousand ships


a crab in a bottle

a crab in the house

a crab full throttle

a crab fights a mouse


scuttling cruttling and doodly duddling

every crab has his day

skitter and scatter and tickety tatter

the crab

the crab 

the crab

commander and leader 

enchanté


Saturday, May 16, 2026

when it's a blue evening

 it's a blue evening

the engine in the distance

leaves in the wind

why not take a heaping spoonful of black pepper

straight down the gullet

live a little

time unwinds in a cool blue line

always pointing ahead

to where one never arrives

if only a bracing spoonful of freshly ground black pepper

could shake things up

my my my

what a rush that would be

in a dogwood tree

visible from the window

lies a nest hidden

by musty white flowers

boy oh boy

could I over go for a piping hot spoonful of pepper

send my sinuses into overdrive

send my taste buds to the moon

on a pleasant calm blue evening

Friday, May 15, 2026

the range of best

 I love that for some people the word 'best' can mean 'something they think is very good' and for other people the word 'best' can't even be used at all. Nothing of the world can truly rise to the level of 'best'.

People who never use best think that people who use best for things they like are frivolous agents of chaos. They only live to disrupt the natural order of the universe. You can't just call something 'the best' and not even mean it. Oh is that your 'best friend'? Is that the 'best meal you've ever had'? Yeah and what if money was just worth whatever we felt like. If we have no fixed points of meaning then we're adrift in a sea of nothingness. The 'best' is a standard by which all other things are judged and it's not something we can just toss around in place of  'pretty good'. In short, you shouldn't be trusted with anything and your words are the honks and squawks of madness itself.

People who like using 'best' think that people who never use best are just a quivering husk. If all you do is wait for the perfect opportunity you'll have spent all your time waiting, missed the opportunity, and pass through this life too afraid to touch anything. What good is an ideal to the flesh and the bone? Grab the world. Break things. You'll never hit a dinger if all you fear is the swing and miss. We know there is no 'best'. You're not special for being a strict literalist. What persists in life are moments of feeling and words should serve to describe that.