This is the place that used to be Pontiac. I love the Pontiac. It was so dirty, so run down. It was the best place to start your evening in Wicker Park. When it closed, it was another nail in the coffin of the dirty rock & roll feel in that neighborhood. Double Door is still there, and so it Estelle’s. But the rest of the neighborhood is so clean, so child friendly. It’s different, and I don’t like change, because it reminds me that I”m getting old.

So tonight, I’m going to Big Star. I’ll eat a taco, and it will be fantastic. But it won’t be the same, and I’ll complain about it. Because that’s how I roll.

See also: We Can Work It Out, or pretty much any Tom Waits album.

Part of this complete breakfast.

So I know you’re totally curious, you totally wanna know, so I’ll tell you.

The bone I would least like to break is my tibia.

But I think Anita Hill is a very brave & very awesome lady.

First off, how weird is that word?  Ukulele?  It’s fun to say, right?  Try to spell it, without looking at it.  You totally can’t.  It makes no sense.

Tonight I’m going to a ukulele jamboree or rodeo or open mic thing.  I have no idea really.  I was just told there would be ukuleles & I said “I’m in.”  That’s about all it takes, the promise of a ukulele.  I’m not a lady with what you’d call “high standards” or even “low standards”.

Not convinced that ukuleles are awesome?  Check out this good shit.

The World Weekly News has published a book about the Bat Boy.

Because we need to know the truth.

Want.

They’re ugly like a gnarled tree, but I want one on each foot.

Here’s a picture of some old presidents, via The Silentist.  I like that Nixon’s face totally looks like a mask of Nixon’s face.

Find my glasses, then take out my contacts.