The last post on this blog was January of ’22. Incidentally, that’s when I started the novel I’ve just finished drafting.
Asides
A Broadcast From the Brain Radio
My brain began writing an absurdist musical this morning, and for a few minutes brain radio sang the opening motif, “Welcome to Bird Poop Land.”
It’s got low warbly tones and the instrumentation is an old animal-skin-headed, gut-string banjo. Deliciously creepy.
Donald Trump, the new Andronikos, leading us to our 1204.
Broadcast From the Brain Radio 