Medium will be spared my midsummer rant. I’m not sure why this is the time of year when I usually pick up my poisoned pen. Perhaps it’s the riot of ice cream and badly grilled hot dogs in my belly, or pond water trapped in my inner ear, or the…

Like some middle schooler wearing a straw hat, Medium continues to thrash about in search of “identity”. I’ve been here since 2015, and I’m not really sure what we are doing. What is this place about, man? There are a few things that I know. I’ll give them to you…

A Plug for Watching “Shtisel” — As I say in almost every post, “I hate the world we have created”. I just bought a used car. Back in the 90s, we were promised that the Internet would give us information. Making an “informed purchase”, like a car, was supposed to get easier. That hasn’t happened. I’ve…

Interview for a New Editorial Assistant — Here at the Mill, which, for those of you not steeped in the arcana of dreck, is the center of the most boring “high fantasy / mensch role-play” metaverse in the entire Blogosphere, we spend the early part of the season lining up new editorial assistants. …

I heard a voice on the stairs. A big voice. I knew immediately it was Hughes. Panic stricken, I looked at Pee Wee with the hope that he might convince me that yesterday’s edibles were still in effect. “Do you hear Hughes?” I asked. Pee Wee nodded “yes” without looking…

Are These MY Problems, or Are They Our Problems? — Fools! Covid-19 is a trick! Another false-flag! The virus pretended to be one deadly thing so it could us infect with ANOTHER, more insidious, brain worm. One of the “side-effects” of Covid-19 is that the infected become depressed, whiny, complaining freaks who drive recklessly in parking lots. Here is the…

Dear Sirs, Those of us at the Society for the Preservation of corresponding arts are very happy that you are going to continue publishing letters! We are so excited that we almost wet our dungarees, which would have been embarrassing. …