The Forgotten Closet of Obama Night Phone Calls: Sex, Lies, & Audiotape

I just opened an old storage unit and you would not believe what fell out

Are you ready for the truly bizarre? A trip down America we have entirely forgotten?

Last week, I got a form letter from Typepad, the blogging platform where I once spent 16 years writing.

Typepad’s ghosts are shutting down their archives, my archives. Their admin advised us, “Grab your children before we burn this down.”

I’m paraphrasing.

I wrote almost daily on Typepad from the day my mother died in 2004— to the last whimper of 2020, when the Zuck-Musk juggernaut sucked all the oxygen out of long-form “blogging.”

Well, now we get to the WEIRD part.

I forgot how much I left behind.

I had not one, but six blogs running. One of them was called Random Honest Porn Review, which in hindsight was the funniest. My absurdist triumph.