4.82/365: a little weed to go with your homemade meth

We have a theme! Yesterday I posted about a Montana senator who is mad that a Mexican cartel is hurting the business of meth made in his state.

Can you imagine?

Today I saw this magazine while in line at CVS for my first COVID vaccine dose:

Yep, Women & Weed! Right there with among all of the home and garden-type magazines. I mean, is Cannabis the female Viagra? I thought it made people super calm. This is not my area of expertise, obviously. I only use the drug caffeine.

4.88/365: music award shows when you’re over 35

This TikTok is about what I’ve been saying for several years now. I identify with this so much. I am 46. I am officially middle-aged. I do not know the younger bands/artists unless they appear in my Spotify daily playlists. I rarely know the artists on SNL anymore. Until I saw Lady Antebellum (until they became Lady A — which, btw, how freaking stupid was that?) on The Chew, I thought it was one woman. Phosphorescent, a guy, not a band. Lord Huron is not one guy. Belle and Sebastian are not a duo. But The Weeknd is one dude (who can’t spell) and Iron & Wine is a guy named Sam Beam. This is probably no news to a bunch of you, but I’m out of touch with music today — and Lord knows, I never thought I would say that.

4.84/365: new movie

I don’t care if this movie is good or not — how can I not see it? Even if they stole my future book’s title.

Shoplifters of the World: Denver, Co. One crazy night in the life of four friends reeling from the sudden demise of iconic British band The Smiths, while the local airwaves are hijacked at gunpoint by an impassioned Smiths fan.