Mr. Cellophane

In a location adjacent to a place in a city of some significance, what comes out of my head is plastered on the walls of this blog.

Monday, March 16, 2026

Close a door, open a window.

As ever, Conan O’Brien did the best he could, but between a number of the wins and a number of the quote-unquote "comedy" routines, last night's Oscars were something of a shit show. I actually kind of wish I skipped over to "American Dad". Weird to think they aired a new episode last night and despite my worries about being back on the Fox farm after seeing the big city lights of TBS, this new season is crushing it. 

But there is still joy in Mudville, folks. The unemployment situation I was staring down the barrel of has resolved itself. Paying off my bills for the foreseeable future and - more importantly - being able to get a new car to replace a rusted out shit box whose brakes could literally go at any second...well there’s only one thing to say:




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