A lawyer, who runs a bar, in OKC, that features tasteful living room areas, where people spin vinyl on vintage hifi equipment and perseverate on liner notes. This video has all the coolest stuff!
Friday, March 06, 2026
Wednesday, March 04, 2026
We're No. 69! Golden Bears Edition
Monday, March 02, 2026
Saturday, February 28, 2026
A Line in the Sand
Wednesday, February 25, 2026
We're No. 69! San Diego State Edition
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| 2026 Pac 12 Tournament bracket |
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| Aztec on the left, Buff on the right. They grew up doing gymnastics together. And now a blog post brings them together. Small world. |
Monday, February 23, 2026
Learning Res., Inc. v. Trump is Like a BET Cypher, Alternatively Titled "If you rely on IEEPA I feel bad for you son, it provides 99 delegations but tariffs ain't one"
On Friday, in Learning Res., Inc. v. Trump, the Supreme Court held that the International Emergency Economic Powers Act (IEEPA) does not authorize the President to impose tariffs. The gist of it all is the IEEPA lets the President "regulate imports" which isn't the same thing as taxing or tariffing. Six justices agreed on this outcome, but there were two different rationales and lots of shade thrown across three concurrences and two dissents. It was all very hiphop, as if they were in a Federalist cypher.
The cypher started with Chief Justice Roberts writing for himself and Justices Kagan, Sotomator, Jackson, Barrett and Gorsuch, applying the "major questions doctrine" (some newfangled coproma passed off as conservative jurisprudence) which says that "Congress would not have delegated 'highly consequential power' through ambiguous language. These considerations apply with particular force where, as here, the purported delegation involves the core congressional power of the purse." This means that the party asserting that they were delegated the Congressional power at issue must "point to clear congressional authorization” in the relevant statute. You may recall that six Justices relied on this doctrine to overrule Joe Biden's student loan forgiveness plan in Biden v. Nebraska.
Justice Kagan then got on the mic to represent herself, Sotomayor and Jackson. They concurred, but they felt there was no need to invoke the major questions doctrine because "the ordinary tools of statutory interpretation amply support [this] result." I am an ordinary tool and I agree with them.
Justice Gorsuch, ever the philodox, took it upon himself to get on the mic and write 46 pages (the main opinion was only 21!) bemuting upon everyone else's analysis except the Chief Justice's. First he essentially accused Justices Kagan and Sotomayor of outcome-based reasoning, picking the winner based on their personal preference rather than a rigorous application of the law. I'll channel the underpants gnomes and go to third, where he also essentially accused Justices Kavanaugh, Alito and Thomas of outcome-based reasoning but in a slightly nicer way (although he does linger a bit to highlight, albeit politely, the preposterousness of Thomas's dissent).
But second, and remarkably, this quibberdick spilled ink across nine pages to desticate over Justice Barrett's application of the major question doctrine in Biden v. Nebraska! He's so irked about an opinion from three years ago that he had to drag it into this one. We all have a guy like this at work.
Justice Barrett did not appreciate having her name on the streets. Naturally, she channeled her inner Mad Cobra and wrote a concurrence directly addressing Gorsuch, saying "I would not treat this evidence as precedent for a judicial flex."
If you were young and alive in northern New Jersey in the summer of 1992 you undoubtedly are familiar with Mad Cobra's song "Flex." It's more likely than not that you spent time in a car with a number of other young, alive people with the windows down and this song playing loudly.
Parenthetically, Wikipedia says "Mad Cobra stated that he was on a flight returning from New York, and was watching an exercise video on the in-flight entertainment system, and the lyrics 'How this lady flex like she want to have sex?' came to him. He wrote the lyrics for the song on an air sickness bag in his plane seat and took them to the studio when he arrived in Jamaica."
Perhaps Justice Barrett wrote the opening draft of her concurrence on an air sickness bag too. Or maybe she's a Rich Homie Quan fan.
The mic then passed to Justice Kagan who explained her reasoning admirably but fumbled a major opportunity to flex (see what I did there?) her New York City credentials. In explaining the various actions delegated by Congress to the President under the IEEPA, she noted there are "9 verbs listed in IEEPA's delegation provision" and "[t]hose verbs are followed by 11 objects, each describing a distinct sort of transaction involving foreign property." She then did some fancy math and concluded "Combine the verbs and objects in all possible ways, and the statute authorizes 99 actions a President can take to address a foreign threat. And exactly none of the other 98 involves raising revenues." This passage clearly screams for the conclusion "If you rely on IEEPA I feel bad for you son, it provides 99 delegations but tariffs ain't one."
Justice Jackson took to the mic to spit eight bars (just four full pages) saying that all this sniping is unnecessary because Congress's intent is clear from the legislative record. Conservatives refuse to look at the legislative record when interpreting statutes, instead favoring dictionaries and other historical references. That's how we wind up with "history and tradition" tests like this bunkum. I would've said something like "Our forefathers wrote IEEPA for foreign property, the Prez can take it in wartime but not impose duties. Come here, young blood, and take a look. Acknowledge your legislative history!"
When SCOTUS finally invites me to one of their cyphers I'll get them straightened out.
Saturday, February 21, 2026
This Poor Fucking Mope
I haven't worked out of an office since the pandemic. That's led to some unexpected consequences. For example, I only put about 5,000 miles a year on my car, which means I'll be able to keep it a lot longer than I originally expected. This does not make Z happy, since he's an enabler/pusher who wants everyone to buy a new exotic vehicle at least yearly.
Grooming has taken on a different priority during my home-bound period, as well. I mean, I still take a shower every morning, brush my teeth twice a day and all that. But I go a lot longer between haircuts than I used to since I often only see one human in person during the workday. At the moment, my hair is quite possibly as long as it's been at any point in my adult life. It's out of control, all bushy and spiky, and wayward.
It could be worse. I could be Frank Illett.
Illett is a 30 year-old Englishman and Manchester United fan. In October 2024, during a fit of pique at the Red Devils' ongoing run of poor play, he vowed to not cut his hair until his heroes won five straight matches.
They really hadn't been close until two weeks ago. And Frank was going through it. His hair has grown an estimated 25cm in the more than 500 days since his last trim, from this:
To this:
Illett's long tonsorial nightmare seemed close to ending on February 10. United fired beleaguered manager Rubin Amorim in January. Interim skipper and club playing legend Michael Carrick took over and immediately led the squad to four wins on the bounce. All that was left for Illett to book an appointment with his barber was a win at relegation-threatened West Ham.
Clippers at the ready, Illett and his pals streamed their viewing of the match. And when it ended in a 1-1 draw, this is how Frank appeared:
That poor lad. At least he's doing some good, using his locks to raise money for charity. And he's got a pretty good chance of working as a Brian May lookalike. Almost makes a fella want to root for Man U.
But not quite.
Thursday, February 19, 2026
The Origins of 10 Band Names: Song Titles
- They Might Be Giants was the name of a movie in the 1970's
- 10,000 Maniacs also came from an old movie, except that it was called 2,000 Maniacs
- Steely Dan was the name of a dildo
- Duran Duran was the bad guy in Barbarella
- Grateful Dead was just something they saw in a dictionary, so said Jerry
- ABBA is the first letter of the band members' names
- Husker Du was a Scandinavian board game
- I told you 'bout Skynyrd
- 10cc and The Lovin' Spoonful are supposedly the measurement of and slang for average ejaculate
- R.E.M. -- another dictionary find!
Wednesday, February 18, 2026
We're No. 69! TCU Edition
Monday, February 16, 2026
What the Kids are Doing
Friday, February 13, 2026
Fashion is... Teejus F'ing Christ, What are these Abominations?
And why must I own them...
Before clicking this link, come up with what you think these cost? Then be prepared to have your mind blown by what they actually cost. What are we doing here people?
Thursday, February 12, 2026
SAGTTP (Should a Gheorghie Take The Piss)?
Gheorgies,
I have a bit of a conundrum. There's a retired guy that is often at my local YMCA. I don't want to dox him, so let's call this fellow Karen.
Karen talks to everybody. I occasionally see him jawing in the weight room, but the locker room is where he prefers to work. In fact I've probably mentioned him before in the comments as the guy who played The Rush Limbaugh Show at high volume on his phone speaker in the locker room (rest in piss, el rushbo). He wears a red hat to the gym sometimes. Yes, the standard issue version.
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| There are lots of Karens. This is the one I'm referring to. |
I make it a practice to simply ignore Karen when I see him. If I had to break down the percentages for my reasons to ignore him, I'd put it at 69% due to loudcasting his support for toxic politics and 31% not wanting to risk catching a glimpse of Karen's tiny flaccid pecker.
Today, while I was chatting with someone else Karen piped up with a comment about 'topics that set him off'. "Give us a warning of what they are so we can avoid them" I said as I finished getting on my workout clothes. I'm not sure what came next was exactly the warning I'd requested.
Gheorghies, he Karened. "I wanna know how that Ilhan Omar went from having no money to having $30 million! I think we need to throw her in jail for 20 years and then deport her..." I imagine he kept going, but I started walking as soon as he started his diatribe. It did call to mind a revenge fantasy I may or may not have imagined in the past.
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| Apparently only some politicians are allowed to have money. |
And Gheorghies, that's where you come in. What's a fair comeuppance for this locker room Karen? I'll share my diabolical idea first, and accept suggestions in the comments for other more sensible measures. This is all strictly hypotheical, of course.
Proposal A - Fill small squeeze bottle with urine and keep it stashed in the back of my locker, until I find myself there alone, at which point I discharge the squeeze bottle of piss into one of the vent holes in Karen's locker. A budget version golden shower, if you will.
Surely there are some drawbacks to this plan. I know it's gross. But I'm also ridiculously hydrated most of the time, so I also worry it may not be gross enough.
Tuesday, February 10, 2026
We're No. 69: Santa Clara
Sunday, February 08, 2026
Superb Owl Open Post
Friday, February 06, 2026
Happy International Clash Day
Thursday, February 05, 2026
Breaking News, Washington Post Edition
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| Deep down, still this fucking guy |
Tuesday, February 03, 2026
Gheorghasbord: Good for the Gander
This post started as a comparative analysis of Geese and Goose. The bands, not the birds. It was inspired, really. And then like so many of my inspirations, it sorta petered out and took a nap. But now it returns, like the salmon to Capistrano, part of a widely-ranging selection of things that my brain found interesting this week.
The New York Times calls Goose a "jam band with indie-rock undertones". See what you think:
The same NYT writer asks us to "think of Geese as an indie-rock band with jammy elements". Sure, man. Here they are recently on Saturday Night Live. I think I like them better than their fellow-feathered act.
Turning to things sporting, Thursday marks both the eve of the 2026 Olympics and the opening match of the 2026 Six Nations. Holders France host 2023 and 2024 champs Ireland at the Stade de France in a gigantic match, both in terms of the quality of the teams and the impact on the outcome of the event. The French are the consensus favorite to repeat as champions (8/11 on Betfair), while the recently-banged-up Irish (6-1) are third-favorite behind England (5/2). Scotland comes in at 12-1, while Wales (55-1) and Italy (125-1) will once again drag at the back.
Thursday's opener will air live on Peacock from 3:10 ET. The NBC streaming option will carry all of the tournament action.
And finally, sticking with athletic competition, check out this spill veteran skiing star Lindsey Vonn took a few days ago in Crans-Montana, Switzerland:
Vonn, who returned to competition in 2025 after several years away in retirement, has been the best women's downhill racer on the world circuit by some measure. Since the beginning of December, she's finished no worse than third, and won twice in five races.
She suffered a complete rupture of the ACL in her left knee during the crash at Crans-Montana, ending her dream of a return to the Olympic podium...wait...I'm being told that...she's still going to race in Milan-Cortina? With a brace on her COMPLETELY RUPTURED ACL?!?
Well I'll be goddamned.
Sunday, February 01, 2026
Fashion is Awesome, Olympics Version
I gently mocked a friend recently when he suggested we needed to find time and a place to watch the opening ceremony of the 2026 Winter Olympics. It was Whitney. I mocked Whitney.
He responded by telling me that I love the Olympics more than anyone he knows. Okay, that's fair.
I do love an Olympiad, for all the reasons. The pageantry, the diversity of peoples and stories, the major sports and the minor, the moments of joy and agony, and how much it all matters to the participants. And the uniforms. Definitely the uniforms.
The Olympics, in particular the opening and closing ceremonies, are an opportunity for each nation to display a little bit of its personality to the world. From Tonga's barechested Pita Taufatofua to Armani's 2022 Italy capes to Haiti's kickass 2024 summer fits, the Olympics are a chance for designers to tell the story of a nation.
What follows is the definitive guide* to the best and blandest Olympic kits for the upcoming games. There can be no argument.
*half-assed overview that'll start hot and peter out because lazy.
Mongolia's 2024 summer fits were, frankly, spectacular. Hard to top, and I don't think they did this time around, but the designers at Goyol Cashmere still gave us a cool and culturally on point look.
Thursday, January 29, 2026
Poetry, Musically Speaking
There is poetry in music. Often the rhyming kind, though not always.
For me, there is as much poetry in the fact that I have been reunited with my friend and co-DJ in the WODU booth for installment number 4 or 5 of our music radio show - ORF Rock.
We come on the air via the WODU Studios app on Tuesdays from 7:00 to 9:00 in the PM. Not always... when Old Dominion University is closed, so's the show, often. That, and when life gets in the way, we're off the air. Then there are the times we have technical difficulties. Beyond that, though...
Penny Baker and Les Coole are on the air!
Tuesday nights are tough for some. Here are links to archived shows since our reboot in October.
Shows are 2 hours and feature 25-30 songs with some quality banter. Themes, segments, bits, shout-outs to listeners, we have it all!
Wednesday, January 28, 2026
Breaking News, Part Next - Prose Poetry
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| If cringe were sentient |
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| Real Muppets > Morning Show Muppet |

































