The two most Italian American things about my uncle’s obituary are: 1) he loved body building and rock and roll and 2) he was a beloved cousin of many.
@CLAUDIAPOSTING I can’t even tell you how many of these tote bags I have. Five? Six? All in different colors. At one point I felt like Slumberland was including one with every mail order.
@_Jordynkiera @clozillo @DogMomPriya 👀 I don’t follow the Jubilee Fund/Faith Choice Ohio closely but I’m in Ohio (up in Preterm country) and am very curious about the details. Time to start scouring the internet…
Here in Cleveland, someone in my neighborhood has a homemade Proud Boys sign. I can’t imagine having a case of brainworms so severe that I’m driven to signal to my fascist in-group via a minimalist mockup of a Fred Perry polo that I’ve constructed myself & mounted in my yard.
The Spotify algorithm’s attempts to make sense of my listening data are resulting in truly humiliating audiobook recommendations… Sex Guide for Men… Think Faster Talk Smarter… The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck… this is what I get for listening to so much Sun Kil Moon
@_lizharvey I guess the “lore” here is that my dad was always quicker to realize, and more comfortable to comment on, the fact that I was almost always dating a self-absorbed college rock obsessed monster than I ever was.
@_lizharvey I have one (1) relationship lore song. When I was in my early 20s, my ex asked to try out my dad’s guitar & started playing “Unsatisfied” by The Replacements. This prompted my dad to say, “How about trying something a little less self-absorbed?”
@jkac When I worked at a natural history museum our geology and mineralogy curator would organize gold panning trips that the public could sign up for and they really attracted a certain type of guy
@clmwalkscle I feel like the local chapter of the American Heart Association might be working on this, but I might be misremembering. They successfully did some stuff around menu labels and food options in Cleveland awhile back, though I think the focus might have been on kids’ menus.
In what might be the greatest local record store development of my time, the kid working at My Mind’s Eye has cleared out the corner and created a seating area. I am, for the first time ever, peacefully seated with my purchases while Chad finishes browsing. God is good.