Watching the crew cut down a dead tree in front of my house is the best TV I’ve seen in a while.

And here we are at that point in life when I’ve traded worrying about my parents hearing naughty lyrics to worrying about my child hearing naughty lyrics.

It’s fall and Caramel Corn Chex is a 10/10.

Ennui that is also, somehow, uplifting.

Just spied a kid in a park playing with Devil Sticks. An obvious arbiter of what else is soon to return with a vengeance: yin-yang necklaces, slap bracelets, aliens, that one Charlotte Hornets windbreaker…

Welp, that’s it for me. The SNL cast looks like kids and I’m dead. 💀

So are we just going to have to listen to boomer music in every public space until the heat death of the universe, or…?

Cyberpunk, as a sub-genre, has always somehow operated in this fascinating gray area between covetousness and condemnation. Will that dynamic tilt to one side of the scale when our fiction eventually becomes our reality?

I’d give anything to pick Sartre’s brain on Microsoft developers.

Really sad about the @polygon.com layoffs. I’ve been an ardent fan since back when @griffinmcelroy.bsky.social was stuffing plastic toys in his gob, and so this corporate buyoutification feels like losing a bunch of good, old (parasocial) friends.

Thank you, @johngreensbluesky.bsky.social, for your absolute gift of a quote on your recent @99pi.org guest spot. “I refuse to feel hopeless” is exactly the right message for exactly the right moment.

Good. God. That seventh episode of Paradise.

I’m fascinated by the Venn diagram of people I see at The Moth readings who I can only describe as “NPR extroverts.”

Why is it that 200 hours in some games feels like a Herculean accomplishment of patience and fortitude and in others feels as if things are only *just* clicking into place?

Today’s amazing, accidental band name, as heard on the Besties podcast: Monster Closets. Thank you, @plante.bsky.social, for your contribution.

“Soul poverty” is one of the most devastating things I’ve read in recent memory. Also would make a great band name.

We live in a world in which there’s a band called Flying Mojito Bros, and that fact is like a salve for the soul.

Guacamole is a fruit salad

Old man rant inbound: Back in the day, I would have KILLED for a push notification about a snow day. Today’s kids will never know the abject misery and eyeball pain of hopefully staring at a scroll on the bottom of the TV screen and waiting for it to “go back around” at 5:00 in the morning.

It says a lot about the power of nostalgia that I am currently more excited to play my new retro gaming handheld than I am my modern, high end console.

Enormous thanks to @cynthiapelayo.bsky.social for putting #2025pit together today.

How is it that winter—yes, cold, blustery winter—has climbed so zealously in the season rankings of my middle age?

What if the only way to rebuild a fractured family is to embrace the cracks? That’s the question Richard & his children Caleb and Sammy must face through loss and grief in my multi-POV manuscript A YEAR OF AWKWARD CONVERSATIONS. Comps: THE BEE STING & THIS IS WHERE I LEAVE YOU. #2025pit #A #LF

A blank page never scared me. Now, too many *full* pages, on the other hand…