Hammer Mill Days

I don't know. I'm not comfortable with this, dude. I mean, Big Green is not a corporation. We're not even a corner store. Hell, we nowhere near the corner. Oh, hi. Just having a discussion with Big Green's branding team. That is to say, I'm hanging out with Marvin (my personal robot assistant), Anti-Lincoln, and the mansized tuber, and they're talking about branding us. Well ... the ones who can TALK, at least. Matt has kept out of it because he's, well, SANE. We've been hashing this out for the better part of an hour, and I honestly don't think we're accomplishing anything other than annoying the piss out of one another. So, all in all, a very typical brand team meeting. I don't know why everyone assumes a band should have some kind of logo or brand identity. That just generally seems like a bad idea, but in our case, it's patently absurd. We are a creative collective, divvying up the proceeds equally between us - a headless musical...

Seems like a good time to respond to some choice bits from Trump's first state of the union (or state of the umion, pronounced Yum-yun, if you're reading the official announcement). First, the big fat entrance. Rep. Claudia Tenney gets a word in Trump's ear as he's working his way down the aisle. Always wearing some bright color and right up front when Trump is in town. First flub goes to Ryan: "I have the distinct privilege of preventing ... presenting to you the President of the United States." Now, on to Trump's remarks, delivered in a slithering, slow voice, lots of breath. Kind of nauseating, frankly. "A new tide of optimism was already sweeping across our land," he tells us, referring to a year ago, then jumped right in with the anecdotes and the guests of honor. "We always will pull through together, always." Runs through a litany of lifesavers, mostly from disasters of our own making, through climate change, gun violenc...