Dear Covid Diary,

I watched Austin City Limits today. That’s weird because when I think of City limits I don’t expect to see the City. Yet on Austin City Limits the city is almost right behind the stage. Then again, the show is filmed indoors, so those are some pretty non-reflective, and clean windows…indoors…that magnify the city to make it look closer. It’s like the opposite of your car’s passenger side mirror.

Radiohead was the band. I don’t get their popularity. They make noise and jazz and hipster, rock guitar stuff and mix it with words about human guilt and participation trophies. The supposed lead singer does nice justice to man-buns (the hair type, not the ass-type) but moves around like I do when my heart may require another stent.

He’s a weirdo. He’s a loser. The karma police are coming after him.

Whatever. Kharma is a bitch or something.

He spells his name with extra letters.

Thom Yorke. That’s needy. No need for the h or the e. I called out an efficiency expert named Lloyd once at a job.

Hey. Buddy. One “L” is more efficient.

Amateur.

It’s like the word “phlegm.”

Woah. Too many letters unless you are trying to make it sound like me coughing it up while being anally raped by a bull seal.

Phuck.

Until tomorrow,

Brian