Good morning good morning. Oh shit, Buttondown turned my text composing window into night mode. This is too disorienting. How do I fix this? This happened once before, I remember it was in some non-intuitive place in the settings. Ah yes. Look in the least logical place, there you go. It was in the “Help” icon.

I am thinking a burgeoning new segment of GMHHAY is forming, “items that would have been tweets in the oughts.” Put it up here at the beginning, along with updates from past issues. Of course, we have attempted to have regular segments of GMHHAY and have failed. Remember “Obituary Watch?” RIP. Nonetheless, two items that would have been Tweets in the oughts:

1. Right now, out there in the world, there are a bunch of people who are working on a Buffy reboot. That must be pretty awesome. Is it amazing? Are they all secretly in awe of the brilliance they are creating? Or does it feel sad and exploitive? Chloe Zhao directed this! That is so crazy!

2. How is it that Bombay Sapphire “infuses” vapor? WTF does that mean? What is the vapor? I demand answers.

   

Having a rough time with politics again. The industrial scale of the warehouses ICE is buying. Not renting, buying. Like what does that say? They don’t seem to be planning on deporting these people at all. Saw a tweetskeet last night that said something like “when you build a people-eating machine, it is impossible to get it to ever stop eating people.” That hit me. Hard.

Also, the SAVE act. Passed the house no problem, on the way to the Senate, even stupid Politico’s stupid congressional newsletter isn’t offering odds on whether it will pass the senate. It’s going to, isn’t it? Such a terrible bill, people don’t even know what’s in it. No, you can’t vote with a RealID. You will need a birth certificate with your current name on it (good luck all married women who changed their name) or a passport. And once again, only Democrats are fighting this bill, even though it will almost certainly harm Republicans more than Democrats, who change their name less often in marriage, who hold passports at a higher percentage. It is insane. And Dems will just keep fighting for these people even as they vote themselves into oblivion.

And oh hey look there is Jeffries and Schumer helpfully eroding their demands unilaterally even though they hold all the cards right now. JESUS.

Also… oh, god, never mind. You get the gist. It is still dire out there. Just because it’s been, like, four days since our president did something so horrific it appalled the entire planet doesn’t mean anything has gotten better woo wooo woooooooooo

We were not meant to live as humans under these conditions.

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We are listening to a woman named Ana Roxane. Oh wait, we’re not, we’re listening to a project of Ana Roxane’s, with a gentleman named DJ Python. It is called Natural Wonder Beauty Concept. I just started it, I am on track 1, so I can’t tell you much about it so far. Sparce and ambient and melodic. I am listening to it because I had a tab open with an Ana Roxanne track on Bandcamp, song from a forthcoming album. Someone sent it to me yesterday, can’t remember who. It was very pretty. I followed her. Decided I wanted to hear more. Picked this album, as her most recent.

Re-watched The Fugitive over the last few nights. Holds up. Great film. Parade scene is amazing. I remain slightly miffed that there is, in fact, a portion of the St Louis transit system that is elevated, and that whole conversation was incorrect, but it was made moot by the following deciphering of the conductor announcement of “Merchandise Mart” so whatever. I went to Merchandise Mart once as a kid, that place is nuts. Also stayed last year in the Hilton hotel where the finale takes place, I kept muttering about “Provasic” while in the lobby, I am sure I’m not the first. Did not realize Jane Lynch was in it, weird to see her in a dramatic role. Also Julianne More. I saw re-runs of the old TV show as a kid and remember when the movie came out I was like “holy shit this is so much better.” And you know what? Stand by that assessment.

Been posting segments of GMHHAY to LinkedIn for the last two weeks because why the hell not I guess LinkedIn is where it’s at now. It is pretty hilarious. They don’t get a lot of traction, unless I talk about AI. Lotta AI boosters on LinkedIn gonna kills us all, AI. I am not 100% sure why I’m doing this. Maybe because I think it’s funny. Maybe because LinkedIn needs more noble pedestrian domesticity. I mean, that is true, right? LinkedIn needs more noble pedestrian domesticity. Hey LinkedIn what is your opinion on butter dishes and how to crack an egg? Hey LinkedIn do you have a favorite woodchipper or paper shredder? Do you compost, LinkedIn?

Speaking of which, what’s the deal with citric acid? I mean, let me rephrase; I am coming to the realization that I have basically been cheating on health with citric acid, and about 80% of the things I love that are supposedly “healthy” or “fine” are secretly just citric acid delivery mechanisms: sparkling seltzer, Zevia, Diet Mt Dew, Diet Coke, god knows what else it is probably in Chomps. My dentist says it’s bad. I mean thus far my teeth have been made of Adamantium and nothing mars them but… a forty year onslaught of citric acid can’t help but have consequences, right? Am I right to be worried about this or is this all a MAHA gateway bear trap.

Oh god RFK is going to run for president again isn’t he.

(And yes “Adamantium” is a word, Apple, jesus. I wonder if Apple’s spell checker is going to add made-up words from its own IP but not the IP of others. Seems up their alley, those fuckers who have added advertising into Keynote they are so horny for shitty ads. Trantor. Macrodata. Okay. So far so good.)

Yesterday morning I endeavored to do my weekly quiz game web pages of countries, to make sure I can accurately locate every country on the planet so I do not get caught in a zinger by some predatory reporter when I decide to run for president. And somehow the fucking pages have figured out how to deliver ads to me through three ad blockers and now the pages are completely unusable and have so much ad cruft that they literally bog down my masterpiece, top-of-the-line Mac it is absolutely insane. Modern advertising is so fucking broken. I swear to god I have been trying to fix it for my entire fucking career, feel like I’ve made a dent, but nah. It just gets worse.

And now I’m going to forget where Eswatini or Suriname is. Fun fact, you remember where Suriname is with the acronym “Give Some Fucks.” Guyana, Suriname, French Guyana. As opposed to the acronym for the southern shore of Western Africa: “So Like I Give Two Bits”: Sierra Leone, Lesotho, Ivory Coast, Ghana, Togo, Benin.

Jane is into advertisements now. I am not happy about this. Ironically, it is not the fault of her father, winner of four Cannes Lions and the Grand Clio, no, it is Taylor Swift’s fault, because of the Opalite video. I was doing a great job keeping her unaware. Now, in the evenings as we are sitting and watching our (ad-free) YouTube, she advertises things to me, trying to convince me to open a bag of popcorn or give her a sip of citric acid. Lovely.

We did have an amazing time in the car this morning, though, we played the favorites game, where I ask her what her favorite things are, that’s it, she doesn’t ask anything back. Most of the answers are unchanged, though couscous is climbing the charts of her favorite foods, and Kuromi is now on par with My Melody in the Sanrio pantheon.

Also, big free-shipping Girl Scout Cookie special coming this Friday. I know you’re excited.

Stay tuned.

Gonna do another morning drive mix this morning. Gotta admit, the act of knowing that I might post the mix here has somewhat diminished the excitement of the whole affair, so I am not sure this will become a regular feature of GMHHAY. Maybe just occasionally, when the mix is specifically very good. This one did a good job being coherent, save for maybe Shriekback and Soundgarden, but even those were pretty compelling. I don’t think I’d heard that Shriekback song since I did that dive into the late Shriekback albums a couple years ago. Jane found the song very compelling. That Breeders cover of His Name is Alive is great, I had forgotten about that. My shuffle absolutely loves Helena Deland and that “Rock and Roll Sunday Afternoon City Lights” song. Plays them both all the time. Psyched to have Abriction come up, Jane thinks their name is funny and they might be my favorite metal band these days. I have zero recollection of the very-appropriately-named Witching Tale but they ruled and I am goingf to go re-investigate them, and ending things off with an 11 minute Shirley Collins medley was just fantastic. I sat in the car and finished the whole thing before getting out.

Shirley Collins is still alive. She is 90. Wow.

Right-o. Jolly good. Off you pop.