I was looking over a list of classes and seminars that need teaching today and I swear to you, dear reader, that I read the title of one seminar as “How to Get Over Your Fear of Public Spanking.”  Needless to say I instantly went to click on that one, because though I’ve never taught such a thing in the past, I am confident I could teach the shit out of.  At the end of the course, my students would not only get over whatever fear they might have had before, but they would likely be demanding that all their spankings be administered or received in public,  Of course, just as I was going to click, I saw that the listing actually said, of course, “How to Get Over Your Fear of Public Speaking.”  Which I could also teach, but it won’t be nearly as interesting.  Now that I’m thinking about it, I might propose such a seminar…sure, public speaking is humanities number 1 fear (over both the dentist and death), but I’m certain there are plenty of people who would probably not be comfortable at all either giving or receiving a good, formal adult spanking in public.  

N.P.: “1234” – Emigrate, Benjamin Kowalewicz

Thank Christ that’s over.

N.P.: “Year Zero” – Ghost

One more day of this nonsense and then it’s over. Finally. Thank God.

N.P.: “Going Red” – KANGA

I’m gonna be so glad when Christmas is over.

N.P.: “AAA – Remastered” – Strapping Young Lad

This brief posting is brought to you by Christmas. Christmas is such a pain in the hole.

N.P.: “Luminous Shadow” – Socionic

Up here in the northern hemisphere, today is the winter solstice…the first day of winter. Which is great. But the reason today is a high holy day on my calendar is because it is the longest night (and conversely, the shortest day) of the year. Since June 21, I have been “patiently” watching as the nights ever-so-slowly started getting longer, one minute at a time, until today. And now, starting tomorrow, I have to watch with slowly building dread and contempt as that wretched star in our sky starts showing up for slightly longer periods each day. Alas. For now, let there be night.

N.P.: “Tone Bank Jungle” – Holy Fuck

What a strange day. But that’s okay,

N.P.: “Lust for Life – The Prodigy Remix” – Iggy Pop

Just time for a quick update tonight, dear reader. Greta Thunberg is still a hypocritical twit, California is still a toxic shit-bog that needs to be purged, and the books are still woefully unfinished.

N.P.: “Centurion” – King Buffalo

Evenin’, reader. As you know, some days are better than others as far as writing goes. Today I just didn’t feel like it. Wasn’t particularly motivated. I got a lot done today, but not a bit of it was writing. I started working on something, got about a sentence down, then just quit. Wasn’t feeling it. Even so, I’m still pretty hard on myself when I don’t write. So I’m in kind of a lousy mood.

In completely unrelated news, a very happy birthday to Keith Richards who turns 107 today.

N.P.: “Shallow Grave” – A Pale Horse Named Death