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Turning the Mundane into Fundane Since 2015






I want to extend my congratulations to Donald Trump on the birth of his new grandson, whose arrival was of course tweeted out …

In related news, Trump’s lead lawyer in the Russia investigation, Ty Cobb, said that the newest Trump has no knowledge of anything Russian and would be unavailable to Robert Mueller for testimony regarding the Russia investigation for at least a year. Expected godfather “Uncle” Felix Sater was unavailable for comment.
I think it is time for me to accept myself.
I can’t deny it or avoid it anymore.
I need to take responsibility for and ownership of my actions.
I don’t want to hide it anymore.
I need to get this out into the open.
OK, here we go …
I enjoy the hollow, echoing sound I make when I burp into empty containers.
There, I feel much better and am eager to finish this jug of orange juice.



I could utter this blog post title every day of my life when I get dressed. My fashion style has been often been described as “homeless chic.” I think I’m the only person in the world to make Steve Bannon appear to have fashion sense. It should come as no surprise when I explain to you that my latest fashion purchase appears to be a huge mistake.
Is there anything sadder than this picture?


I swam 1/3 of a mile yesterday …
in 71 degree F water …
on a cloudy, windy day …
in this …

I should revise that title to “Once again, my family saved me from appearing to be a big, pathetic loser.” I don’t want to underestimate my ability to actually be a big, pathetic loser, but at least last night I did not appear to be one thanks to my family.
I had planned to see another concert last night.
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I wore my Shirt of Shame for the first time in two years. Here’s a look at it …