This is my life nightly, although I do offer up other incredible insights, such as "ummmmm" and "I CAN'T DECIDE, I LOVE THEM ALL."

This afternoon's watch.

Anyone else got an inferior bag of frozen veggies that have now become your migraine beans.

Citites? Sounds like something you'd get in an ancient, airless cave after 100,000 years. Behold, the most boring epic of all time. The formation of two citites IN REAL TIME! Don't miss the first 10 minutes—all the plot is there.

Of the meagre six new-to-me watches, THE THING FROM ANOTHER WORLD, which was full of atmosphere and faces, and which seems to be a progenitor of so many other films I love.

Jean-Étienne Liotard, Girl Singing into a Mirror, oil on canvas (Springfield Museum of Fine Arts). The Swiss pastellist and painter, especially famed for his portraits, also did a number of charming pictures of his family members such as this of his daughter

I lost all my matriarchs before my early 30s, so I have 1960s-1980s bone china falling out of every cupboard. The Buchan thistle stoneware my great-aunt gifted my mom is now also in rotation and it gives me immense pleasure to serve drinks to my friends and have those women with us in a small way.

Every day I am confronted with the fact that I am living the wrong kind of life.

Protip: Never try a superior, more expensive tea.

Happy Glenda Farrell's birthday! Solve a crime today. Or commit a small-time crime with your bestie. Sit on a desk like you own the place. Talk fast on a ship. Cut someone to ribbons just by squinting one eye.

The Canadian football subs appear to be achieving some kind of high from touching so much grass.

If I've ever reposted something problematic, it was actually done by my cat's nose. Now can't judge me and you have to find it adorable.

Blooms, in their brief reprieve from the rain.

I will repost any photo of Welles with glasses on IN A FLASH.

The challenging thing about our online lives is humans are extremely weird and have all kinds of conflicting beliefs and behaviours and I don't think it's generally—generally being key—benefiting us to be assigning an assumed character or morality to people based on the slivers of data we see.

My various self-care apps are yelling at me to care for myself before midnight. Time is running out! Meditate now! MEDITATE NOW.

Hoo boy, this one gave me a full-body shiver.

I revisited Marty recently for the first time in ages and found it more affecting than ever. A film for our lonely times.

Snack time! Saturn devouring his child, 1636, by me. I was born OTD in 1577 and, btw, was a good father!

Oh sure, yet when I detail my shits I'm not the "greatest diarist of all time," but am "sending too many voice notes to the group chat."

Not only do I think there are hundreds of comedies from the first 60 years of film that hold up, I also think people under 40 could get into radio comedy and Sid Caesar and all kinds of other early broadcast comedy if our society wasn't now designed to expose them to the same 5 thing constantly.

Shoes designed by André Perugia, Paris, c1922. Leather with silk & metallic thread embroidery. Via LACMA.

Got an unexpected hug from a toddler today and lemme tell ya, that'll evaporate the raincloud over your head in about one second flat.

Ann Blyth made one appearance on Broadway in Watch on the Rhine but was a staple in musicals across the country for years. Godspeed to this great talent. www.hollywoodreporter.com/movies/movie...

I do love the idea of an ensemble. Pieces that mix and match with each other in the same fabric but interchangeable garments. I have yet to reach such sartorial heights myself so instead admire from afar this 1950s Carolyn Schnurer set @metmuseum.org #FashionHistory 🗃️🪡

Sometimes I encounter people who don't have the uncontrollable urge to self-deprecate about things that actually traumatized them and I'm like, what's that about.

Me slipping in the shower last Friday.

You guys wanna look at some old stuff? It's better because it's old. I'm gonna pretend I don't believe that from time to time so I don't seem out of touch, but my heart isn't in it.

Gene Tierney on a bike, chatting with a dog. #OldHollywood

The AI defenders are making some of my junior high magazine collage art look better by the second.

Spent the afternoon researching cleaning systems that will prevent me from feeling like I need to do everything all in one day and I'm horrified to report that the solution is— *removes eyeglasses like Walter Cronkite experiencing a paradigm-shifting event* —cleaning a small amount every day.

You guys take bribes?

"Never let perfect be the enemy of good," I say to myself as I stumble towards something that's so many miles from good it's not even funny.

For those days on the boardwalk in the blazing sunshine, a toile de lin, a beautifully detailed linen ensemble by Vera Borea, edged in blue from the mid #1930s #PalaisGalliera #FashionHistory 🗃️🪡

Dreamed I was forming a jazz band of Bluesky mutuals and none of you jerks would show up for rehearsal. I prepared snacks! Unbelievable.

Watching THE HUNCHBACK OF NOTRE DAME and now have the full picture of just what an absolutely insane run Thomas Mitchell had in 1939.

Now watching. Can MGM make Lauritz Melchior happen? By god, they're gonna try. Again.

Imagine my joy when, armed with a gift card, I recall that I don't have copies of The Band Wagon or Easter Parade and discover Warner Archive released a set containing both. And Silk Stockings, which has Cyd dancing with lingerie. And I'll experience Finian's Rainbow for the first time...so...yay?

A communal viewing of The Court Jester could fix me.

My nephew has noted my love of avocado and is happy to share that Auntie Sarah enjoys eating "turtle poop."

The sound of rain falling onto the deck, a coffee in hand, a warm cat on the lap.

You ask me to return to my home and then leave my home again, on the very same day? No. It's too much. I've already put on my giant shirt.

William Powell in Screenland, Feb. 1932

Sometimes a silly film with cartoonish ambition achieves a sort of admirably consistent and self-aware tone, and sometimes a film by skilled craftspeople crumbles under the weight of its own silliness, and that's how I arrived at a shared star rating for DISCLOSURE DAY and DEMOLITION MAN.

Well I DID just cancel a few streaming services.

Baby Face is a Die Hard movie. #TCMParty

May any God that exists bless Alexandra for shredding this unholy thing.

It seem that in the coming years, only a brave few will carry the belief in human dignity for the rest of the species. Stay strong. Our hope rests in you.