A sunstorm alert went out across Anhedonia County today, which county contains the town of  Fecal Creek, where I am presently sitting and typing this.  Ten days of the hottest temps this summer.  Highs nearing 120F, with the nights only cooling to the low 90s.  I just made a final supply run before the temps begin their infernal ascent into the Intolerable.  Any traveling or errands will have to be done late at night…daytime travel is extremely hazardous.  Try to walk anywhere, the soles of your shoes will melt.  Even if you’re lucky enough to have a garage, tires will start aggressively melting the moment they touch asphalt.  Last year, when things weren’t so locked-down due to plague, 8-year-old Timothy Skutch was sent by his father to get more liquor at the corner liquor store, an establishment called simply and unpretentiously, “Liquor.”  Timothy made it halfway down the block before the soles of his shoes melted on the sidewalk and Timothy became stuck.  Of course, he died.  He wasn’t discovered until hours later, when Timothy’s father became enraged at the continued lack of liquor, and decided to track down his no-good kid, only to find said kid roasted in the California sun, shoes frozen mid-step.  It was fucking horrible, dear reader.  Nobody’s really talked about much around here since then.  The city put up a statue of Timothy as he probably looked just before his shoes melted into the sidewalk and doomed him.  A bunch of white kids tore the statue down a couple weeks ago because it was racist.  But the message of Timothy lives on.  Today the local news was full of profiles of Timothy, with admonitions and warnings about the upcoming sunstorm.  The moral of the story is that humans aren’t supposed to live here.  That and all statues are inherently racist.
Anyway, I need to go finish mirroring all the windows.  Stay safe, dear reader.  Updates here as conditions allow.

N.P.: “On This Rock I Will Build My Church” – Lord of the Lost

Seems like I spent most of the day on the phone.  Pretty boring.  Nothing new to report.  Nothing to see here.
Stay safe, dear reader.

N.P.: “They’re Coming To Take Me Away – Remastered” – Neuroticfish

The mayors of Seattle, Portland, and Chicago are criminally incompetent and should removed from office at once, and probably stomped and exiled for good measure.  BLM™ remains a fraudulent, racist, Marxist, criminal group founded by felons and followed by shills and dupes.
Got it?  Good.  Gotta go.

N.P.: “Cry of Love” – Crippled Black Phoenix

“To go out of your mind at least once a day is tremendously important.  Because by going out of your mind, you come to your senses.  And if you stay in your mind all the time, you are over-rational.  In other words, you’re like a very rigid bridge which, because it’s got no give, no craziness in it, it’s going to be blown down in the first hurricane.” ~ Alan Watts

N.P.: “Doctor?” – Orbital

I had difficulty knowing what day today actually was for most of it.  It just felt like a Saturday.  That said, it was a fine day.  Just kinda messing around in the studio tonight.

N.P.: “Cosmic Day – 2020 Remaster” – Prince

It seems like I can be impressively productive and still not get nearly enough done.  It seems like I can sleep any amount and still be tired all the time.  It seems like I learn all there is to learn about a subject and still only understand the amount I have yet to learn.

N.P.: “Epitome XVIII” – Blut Aus Nord

I went out in public today and by the time I came home, there was no body count.  I deserve some credit.

N.P.: “Weapons of Mass Destruction” – The Crystal Method

So I had a vision, dear reader…it was a beautiful thing: a writing station, but to call it just “a writing station” is to do my vision a grave disservice.  What I have in mind is more like the Death Star than some mortal writing station.  We’re talking multiple large screens running state of the art composition, editing, and publishing software on a dedicated machine with far more computing power than I’ll ever need.  In addition to being simply bitchin’, this is a piece of equipment that I need in order to finish the books I’m working on.  I’ve taken that compositional process as far as I can without needing technological assistance….I need to be able to see and manipulate numerous pages of text, hundreds of note fragments, and a real-time outline of the entire book, and I need to be able to see and manipulate these things simultaneous.  It’s kind of hard to explain if you don’t know what I’m up to, but it will make sense in retrospect.
I’ve become pretty obsessed in the last 48 hours with building this thing.  I’m still researching a few things, but I’m about ready to pull the trigger on this thing.

N.P.: “Whisky Story” – Example

Welcome and congratulations to this week’s first inductees into the Honor Roll. Mr. Stephon Tuitt, Pittsburgh Steelers defensive end and free thinker, didn’t even wait for the NFL season to start: he got way out in front of the The Stupidity and announced that he will be standing for the goddamn anthem, thankyouverymuch, and anybody who doesn’t like it can fuck right off.  “I am a proud American.  I am not kneeling for the flag and screw anybody who have [sic] a problem with that.”  Fucking right, sir.  Mr. Tuitt continued: “It’s unfortunate that a couple unprofessional individuals have caused such havoc on our country and damaged the trust of its citizens.  I will not let those individuals steer me from the fact on the opportunity this country gives for everyone.  God bless.”  You, sir, are a class act.  If ever we find ourselves in the same bar together, you will be drinking for free.
Three Honorable Mentions this week:  Brent Barnaky (NBA referee), Rachel Hill (of the Chicago Red Stars) and Samantha Murphy (of the North Carolina Courage) all resisted the cowardly pull of The Herd and refused to Bend The Knee For The Mob.
In other Honor Roll news, one of last week’s inductees, Jonathan Issac (of the Orlando Magic), who refused to kneel  for the anthem or sully his team’s uniform or his own reputation with a bullshitty BLM™ t-shirt, saw sales of his jersey skyrocket over the weekend.  Figures from the NBA store as of this writing show Mr. Issac’s jersey sales being second highest in the league, second only to LeBron James, which, let’s see what happens next week.  Two things can be learned from this: 1) getting a positive mention on this site is extremely good for merch sales (we kid), or, more realistically, 2) there are several very large entities (NBA, NFL, MLB, A&E,  Paramount, Amazon) whom I don’t think have any idea of the bitch-slap backlash headed directly at their jugulars as the newly sharpened Pendulum starts its inevitable and unstoppable journey back.

N.P.: “Situation – Purity Mix” – Pig

Congratulations to astronauts Doug Hurley and Bob, Behnken, NASA, and SpaceX on a successful mission and for taking the United States’ space program back to the United States.

N.P.: “Shared Something With The Night” – ARO