Heads-up, Austin. ICE operating out of Buda (=south Austin suburb) this weekend.

-human tries to use art to perfectly communicate something they see or feel -they fail -in failing, their fingerprints get all over the art -other humans see the fingerprints and find them beautiful, learn something unexpected about the human that created the art which is beautiful

“An excellent choice, madam,” I say as my cat decides where on the bed she wants to sit, adjusting my own legs accordingly

Was worried for a second that my pet insurance was about to give me a 2025 wrapped

Starting the new year right: watching Taskmaster Champion of Champions

I’m so curious about the dynamic between Catherine’s cat and Precious (who she maybe seems to adopt) after the events of Silence of the Lambs

Josh O’Connor has leant his sizable charisma to so many undeserving institutions: the royal family (Charles in particular), the Catholic Church…tennis. And I say that as a fan of the sport.

This is a real life “Single and Fabulous?” moment

Shin Ramyun knows what their commercial needs to sell specifically to me: a Spice Girls song

How has Blumhouse not yet made a low-to-mid-budget movie about SantaCon? The horrors are right there!

AI will never be a writer because it kills everything but it’s darlings

Me to the caller ID about 90% of the time:

AI is being foisted upon us endlessly like the nonconsensual sprays of perfume you used to get walking through a department store. Both give me a headache.

Okay, but what effect will the Netflix/Warner Bros deal have on us lowly Americans finally seeing some new Pottery Throwdown?

My library book has a perfumed smell from the previous reader, and I’m getting weirdly sentimental about the sensory connection to someone in my community that the library has created. I blame hormones.

This is a superficial observation unworthy of the stakes of all of this, but I finally realized who Kavanaugh’s face reminds me of: Glenn from Superstore

Finishing a book is all fun and games until you have to decide what to read next

I have introduced my mother to the concept of “girl dinner.” She’s on board.

Building back trust with my nostrils after a week of coughing, congestion, and sniffles

Ah, yes, Black Friday. The morning when I’m reminded of everyone who has ever heard a rumor of my email address. Unsubscribe powers, activate!

Happy Thanksgiving

They should have done Agatha Christie’s entire catalog in Wishbone adaptations

Saw a billboard on the highway that said, “You can hold it,” for a Buc-ee’s that was 92 miles away. That beaver has unrealistic expectations for the human bladder.

I swear to God, we still can’t get Daria (and several other 90s and 00s shows) on streaming or DVD with the original music because the licenses didn’t anticipate those formats and they’d have to pay for each song again, but we’re getting this shit?

I firmly believe in the therapeutic power of screaming along to Sarah McLachlan’s “Stupid,” and I think more people should try it

I’m so baffled by the idea that the James Bond franchise is hindered by a continuity dilemma, as if there’s a seamless flow of backstory from Dr No to No Time to Die. You’re telling me that Jeffrey Wright’s Felix Leiter is an amputee from being fed to sharks after his wedding in License to Kill?

“If you gotta kill all my friends to survive, maybe it’s time for a change.”

Just saw a Google Gemini ad about a turkey booking a quick flight out of town for Thanksgiving. Because if anything is running smoothly right now it’s AI and air travel.

🎶 My advice is always ruinnnnnnn the workplace 🎶

~*~ do you ever feel so alone that you could implode and no one would know? ~*~

It’s time to post moody, contextless lyrics like AIM statuses of yore

I have already planned what music I want to listen to on the subway when I’m next in NYC. Next will be what book I read. I miss usable public transportation so much.

I keep thinking about this passage from THE AGE OF INNOCENCE.

It is chilly enough that I am drinking hot coffee. Rejoice. (This isn’t to say that I won’t numb my fingers on an iced coffee in freezing temps, but variety is the pumpkin spice of life.)

I did not forget how good it is to have my cat sitting next to me all day in chillier weather, but I’m still nicely overwhelmed by the feeling

October has been too hot, so I will not be relinquishing spooky season come November. In fact, it may just be a spooky new year, fuck it.

Cute knitwear and a nice green jacket should not be my amongst my takeaways from Bring Her Back, but I am who I am

Cancelled one of my streamers and submitted some reimbursements for kitty diabetes expenses, which means it’s time to make a donation to a food bank because SNAP benefits may “pause” next week

Who robbed the Louvre? Right answers only.

This from @kristenarnett.bsky.social's latest "Am I the Literary Asshole" is going to every single artist I know who has even ever been tempted by the machine: lithub.com/am-i-the-lit...

Well this seems ominous

You know what’s more exciting than the time between ordering something and it being delivered? The time between sending someone a gift and them receiving it.

Did you know that if you buy my book on Amazon, Jeff Bezos makes 5 times as much as I do on each copy sold? Sharing some behind-the-scenes book math on why buying directly from presses is best for EVERYONE (except Bezos) in my newsletter today! aubreyhirsch.substack.com/p/book-math

You can't logic your way out of being burnt out. Unless you're me. Who should be able to do it and it's a personal failing that I can't

There are at least seven deer in my backyard right now, I assume having some sort of conference. I am ready to accept whatever resolutions they pass.

twice a year the entire U.S. press becomes a marketing extension of a single billionaire-owned retailer, and nobody in any position of editorial power thinks it's weird or gross

“Does my supple Jurassic body not fill you with wonder?”

Rewatched Shakespeare in Love and let me get this straight: In the end, Will is a sad boy but has achieved his goal of being “a hired player no longer” and gets to go on being Shakespeare. Meanwhile Viola is married to an abusive man taking her to a new continent where she knows no one.

I have seen my first labubu in the wild

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