The Time is Nigh for the Return of Ned's Atomic Dustbin

You may also notice a sharp spike in Cathy Dennis-related activity in your area. The '90s are now retro. This means that you, by extension, are very old. Sigh.

Take a trip down memory lane at Xenith, where your dude's "Listening to Glory" just posted. Starter Jackets and Grand Puba singles abound. A real period piece for those of us who aren't ashamed to own up to a meticulously-assembled Skidz collection.

Doppelgangers

We all have one. Mine's a late-'80s/early-'90s East German badminton ace. You could do worse. Much worse.

Speaking of racket sports, the fine folks at Annalemma just posted "Sarge," a tale of PTSD played out on YMCA parquet. Many, many thanks to Chris Heavener and company for the add- been on the Wish List for some time. Hearty propers should also be extended to Becca Stadtlander, whose terrific art accompanies the piece. All-around love fest.

Every Time a Baby's Born, So's a Grandma

Deal with it.

New, pipin'-hot prose over at Dark Sky, an oldie-but-goodie called "Mamaw." Goes down smooth, just like Nanna's bathtub jungle juice. Make it happen.

Stalagmites v. Stalactites

Both will undoubtedly fuck you up, but I gotta give it to stalagmites- liable to trip over those pointy shits. May also give you diarrhea in Carlsbad Caverns.

Got an acute case of Cave Fever this summer? Stop by Acreage and peruse "Dark Fuckin' Cave," a foray into the equally-risky worlds of spelunking and petty retail theft. Get all over Twoacre, pronto.

What I Saw'll Make Your Ass Start Gigglin'

A timely vid, given Bushwick Bill's possible deportation. He had the hottest verse on the hottest cut of the '90s, people. IMMIGRATION REFORM NOW.

Your dude's been playing Mind Games, 6S-style: check out "Mind Games," one of hundreds of flash pieces by the same name, in the latest Six Sentences collection (also entitled Mind Games). Your brain will never be the same.

Please Get Your Shit Out of the Drier. Now.

Seriously. Every time I go down to the basement, the drier's crammed to the gills with your tubesocks and American Eagle boardshorts. Remember: your typical North American wash/dry cycle lasts about an hour. Make an Outlook calendar appointment, set an alarm clock, whatever it takes. Just come get your shit.

Fresh words at Indood, a flash piece that goes by the name of "Downstairs Neighbor Ben and The Girlfriend," concerning neighborly eavesdropping. Don't front, you do it too. Thanks to Roger for the nod.

Baseball Bats 'n Proline Hats

This has nothing to do with anything. Or, it has everything to do with awesomeness. Your call. Note the conspicuous absence of Ice Cube.

"You Crazy" is all up in the new issue of Shalla Magazine, so get your ass over to Amazon and execute a secured transaction. Thanks to Shalla DeGuzman and company for committing one of my sentimental faves to paper.