Official X of The Rebel • A Renaissance Man living in a Collectivism world. • Author (Kenny Irwin) • Musician • Host of Thoughts of a Krazy MAN podcast
@Spotify@PopCrave People that want to go back to the bland, minimalist logo must have boring, uneventful lives. It’s not a perfect logo, but at least it has character.
People really have miserable lives if they have to go on social media & complain about the @Spotify app logo. A company finally breaks free of the minimalist trap and people lose it. 🤦♂️
I actually applaud Spotify for at least taking a chance. More companies should follow suit.
I used to think it was be on the grind all the time. But I learned life is about the simple things. Like standing in the rain on an Easter morning. 🤟
#HappyEaster 🐰
A few weeks ago I needed to clear my head and went hiking in Tims Ford State Park. I made a video explaining why I’m no longer going by tha K-MAN. Forgot to upload it. Here’s just a quick explanation of why I’m now The Rebel. 🤟
Santa’s HR department (yeah, he has one now—North Pole’s unionized) finally had enough after the third “quality control incident” in one December. Picture this:
• An elf named Seamus “Shamrock” McSparklepants shows up to the assembly line three sheets to the wind, slurring “Ho ho ho my butt” while trying to glue googly eyes on a drone.
• Another one (Patrick O’Tinsel) hot-glues himself to the ceiling after chugging peppermint schnapps-spiked eggnog.
• The final straw? A whole crew starts an underground “Reindeer Games After Dark” poker ring using stolen candy-cane IOUs and ends up betting away half the naughty list.
Santa, red-faced and done, lines them up:
“Ye’re all fired. Pack yer wee green behinds and get outta my workshop. And no, ye don’t get severance in gold coins—this ain’t that kind of story.”
So they stumble out into the snow, pink slips in hand, still clutching half-empty flasks. Fast-forward a few centuries of bitter wandering, bad decisions, and way too many bar fights with garden gnomes.
They eventually land in Ireland, dye what’s left of their pointy ears green, grow little beards to look “tough,” and start telling everyone they’ve always been magical Irish tricksters. The whole pot-o’-gold thing? Just a drunk exaggeration of the 401(k) they never got to cash out.
Now every March they get their revenge by photobombing every pint of Guinness within 500 miles and screaming “TOP O’ THE MORNIN’ YA FAT COW!” at pictures of Santa in bars.
Moral of the story: Never trust an elf who smells like Jameson and regret. 🍀🥃
#HappyStPatricksDay #HappyStPaddysDay
There was a race for babies who could only crawl. lil girl came ready to crawl like the others… but suddenly she stood up for the first time and walked to the finish line.
And the sweetest part? None of the other moms complained. They just cheered and celebrated the moment. 🥹