Random Thoughts on a Sunny Day

I like to think that I’m a little creative, fairly bright, and completely counter-cultural. So how is it that I can get sucked into an entire hour of Nancy Grace shouting at her own guest commentators, night after night, like it’s the most compelling television out there? I’ve lost a shameful amount of my life to this little circus of America’s accused.

 

 

Is the area in between Mariemont and Madeira what they call “Indian Hill”? Because it simply is lovely this time of year when one can see all the old beautiful houses.

 

 

I really dig that Leon song “S-X is on Fire.”