The Daily Word in Susana Martinez, Star Wars, and Islamophobia
It’s Gov. Susana Martinez’s party and she can get rowdy if she wants to. *Insert hysterically laughing emoji here*.
No one really cares if Martin Shkreli got arrested. The real concern here is what’s going to happen to Wu Tang’s album.
Amusement parks: Where you have to go through metal detectors and feel unsafe when you’re just trying to have a good time.
Amy Poehler and I are basically the same person because we’re the only two people in the world who don’t care about the new Star Wars movie.
But one another note for you Star Wars nerds out there, check out this video of the cast pretending they’re as cool as Anna Kendrick while they sing an A Capelle version of the movies theme song.
The Daily Word in Tax Day, La Santa Muerte and Disneyland Tokyo’s birthday
Abortion Doctor’s murder trial becomes a political firestorm.
Happy Tax Day! Here are some tips to help you meet the midnight deadline.
A Missouri school gets parent approval as teachers receive training to carry concealed firearms.
La Santa Muerte becomes the new face of drug dens throughout New Mexico.
Congrats Adam Scott! You won The Masters!
Justin Bieber hopes that Anne Frank would have been a belieber.
6-year-old killed in car accident on I-40.
Rowdy’s Dream Blog #283: My Disneyland Experience.
Our yard is now connected with my brother-in-law, J's, yard. His black dog runs into our yard. J looks out the window as he plays boogie woogie piano. He now has a trimmed gray beard. I motion to him that I would like to jam. He motions back by wiggling his hand —maybe later. Later we see his new fireplace. It consumes an entire wall and the smoldering logs are stacked to the ceiling. I describe my Disneyland experience to a short Asian woman. I tell her that I did try the weightlessness ride and that I got to fly. I tell her that it felt like I expected it would.
Rowdy’s Dream Blog #244: I refuse to buy her a lighter.
I am walking after hours through some kind of darkened Disneyland. There is a dark empty castle and a silent and shuttered haunted house. G has gone on ahead of me somewhere. I bound gracefully across a fake stream on some plastic rocks. I arrive at a small concession stand. A short, plump homeless woman insists that I buy her a lighter. I find the last clear green one in a wicker basket on the counter. The total comes to $5.52. I start to pay, but then think, wait a minute, "I refuse!"