Sailing on a sea of ass.

May 13, 2025

Not that it should come as any surprise to anyone, but this is the only Turbonegro reference you'll receive in today's post.

All aboard the non sequitur train, you know?

Anyway, as I was perusing my IG feed looking for a set off images recently, I stumbled across a thing I wrote almost six years ago to the day. It wasn't what I was looking for but it was a timely rediscovery, and one that I figured just because, I'd share here as well;

"A week after this cat took his exit, (and a year after Leroy traveled the identical road) I found myself sitting in my studio, very calmly justifying the same strategy.

My family, wife, and friends would all gracefully move on, I was convinced. Though I didn’t know him, nor did I have any more invested in his existence than any other person I’ve never met, his departure colored my reality in an especially peculiar way. In the time since, I’ve only spoken with a small smattering of people about that evening. It was less a cry for help, and more the arrival at the fork in one of many of life’s roads.

Anthony went left, and I decided to go right. And this is the thing I think people who’ve never before found themselves at this juncture don’t wholly understand. Just because that fork is behind you, doesn’t mean you won’t arrive at another somewhere down the line.

As a matter of fact, chances are better than good that you will. I’m not writing these words to implore people to seek the help of others, or to say that there are people who love you. No shit. This is to say that if you’re in the throes of that intersection, just wait. Wait a day, a minute, or even a breath. I’m still reeling from Leroy’s suicide, and though I may hate myself on some days, I love those around me enough to never want to put them through what I assuredly will never get past.

Life is precious, call a hotline, blablabla. Just honor yourself, and the storms in your head even briefly enough to at least see the sun come up tomorrow."

For all their own reasons, this resonated with a number of individuals so I decided that I would repost it here for simi-permanent consideration.

So here are a few things I also rediscovered, all of which are generally unrelated.

It was 2013 when I first met Gaytheist;

Early the next morning I showed up for a pool-side photo shoot for Swobo, the finished product from which I couldn't find, but in my search I did stumble across this;

In addition, I stumbled across this;

Like the polkadot leisure jacket they made as well, I never really wanted one when I had the chance, (I was more into practical cycling clothing at the time, and less into the extraneous flair) but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a bit interested in it now.

Why, here's a photo of Big Steve P wearing his at Cross Worlds in 2014;

It seems like a practical use to me.

Maybe one day I'll spill all the beans about my time in the Swobo trenches. They were both some of the best and worst times of my life.

In other news of buying stuff you don't need, but most definitely want, you wanna buy some of Steve Albini's shit?

I would really like that acid etched Big Black release of Headache, but I haven't seen that come up yet.

Hundreds of flyers, shirts, records, and other items of banal minutia go on the block every Friday. Mark your calendars, and check back often.

Finally, before I get to the last thing, here's the second to the last thing, and it's some old tattoo flash by one of my favorite tattoo artists, Laney Oleniczak