The cat distribution system is undefeated If you watch closely you can see the exact moment he realizes that he will live with this cat from now on

Looking at these snow formations helped. Life is on fire, but the world's still beautiful and waiting.

I really need Democrats running for office to internalize just being humongous fucking bitches back to right-wing accusations. This was Biden's best trait on the campaign trail. How many genders are there? "At least three." "Your mom seemed like a fan of open borders last night."

I want this post enlarged, laminated and distributed in bulk wherever Bovino goes for the rest of his squalid little life. He should hear it sung by crowds every single day, like he's Elizabeth II wanting to blow her brains out after hearing God Save the Queen for the quinvigintillionth time.

Prudent advice. I fucking hate it.

There's been some lovely writing about this show, but I think this might be the most gorgeous and heart-filling. Impossible to read it without feeling like something profound is spilling over the banks that were supposed to contain these kinds of stories.

I want this post enlarged, laminated and distributed in bulk wherever Bovino goes for the rest of his squalid little life. He should hear it sung by crowds every single day, like he's Elizabeth II wanting to blow her brains out after hearing God Save the Queen for the quinvigintillionth time.

Anyway. I know nothing. Swear or don't swear, I don’t know. But everyone should read Ripley's book, and if you're ever in an aviation emergency, Jesus Christ, leave your fucking hand luggage behind. bookshop.org/p/books/the-...

I honestly don't know if that phenomenon applies to politics and social movements, but I've thought a lot about it since. I don’t love performative bluster from staid politicians grasping for authenticity, but sometimes a heartfelt "FUCK YOU FOREVER, PAL" cuts through the noise like nothing else.

In Amanda Ripley's excellent book The Unthinkable, on how humans react to catastrophes, she discusses how rare it is for people to panic during emergencies. Mostly we just freeze. Flight attendants are actively trained to curse at passengers in a crisis because it breaks through the frozen inertia.

Oh shit. The Ponte Vecchio. I took this on March 24th 2020, in deepest lockdown. Florence was so eerie, so empty. Endless, haunting church bells ringing for the dead echoing through the streets. Unbearably beautiful. QOTD timeline cleanse: Post the 1st photo in your roll when you type in "blue sky"

Be kind today, babies. Be kind like our lives depend on it. We're doing softness and solidarity right now and nothing but.

He was annoyed by me folding and cracking the spines of my paperback books while I was reading. He read his by carefully parting the pages and peeking in. Like a pervert. Absolutely degenerate behaviour.

Thinking of the frat bro in the Freeport McDonald's last June wearing a Dartmouth ball cap, quarter-zip and fucking boat shoes. The place is mad busy, and some lady is being a straight bitch to the Black woman trying to manage the chaos with grace. Everyone's tutting. It’s taking fucking forever.

Jude Law is conscientious about voting in local elections, and I know this because by coincidence we both arrived at the same St John's Wood polling station at the same time three elections in a row. He was once still in his pyjamas. Elite voter behaviour.

I once heard a laconic Scotsman describe Michael Gove as "a wee sly plop of a man", and have never recovered. Stupendous and lethally accurate.

men are not lonely enough

Rewatching Snow Trail, and am reminded that Toshiro Mifune was just an all-time, prize-winning, 24 carat, hand-made bespoke luxury dreamboat. The kind you change your undies for. A real slab of prime wagyu beef. Pretty sure he smelled like fresh-cut sandalwood and your filthiest imaginings.

My beautiful, gentle Tilda was attacked by an unleashed dog while we were out walking in the woods, completely out of nowhere. It was savage and terrifying; she was utterly stunned and trembling in shock. Seeing my sunny, confident pup frightened and bleeding is just unbearable. My poor friend!

Roast turkey, mashed potatoes, gravy, walnut stuffing, orange-cranberry sauce, braised agrodolce pearl onions, Brussels sprouts + apple slaw with maple mustard dressing, and my mother's famous broccoli casserole. My feet hurt. Someone better save me a good spot on the couch.

Massive shoutout out to whoever handles the Royal Canadian Air Force’s social media account. They responded to every single comment on their already very solid Trans Day of Remembrance post and they responded like this…

Every time I cringe at my own embarrassing, vapid banality, how insufferably obvious my thinking is, I remember this smug rent-a-clown's preening self-satisfaction, and thank god for impostor syndrome.

Got my Covid booster shot + flu vaccine yesterday, and while I'm super into walking through plagues unscathed, my poor little arm hurts today and I think maybe I deserve a tiny treat. Like a hot chocolate, or this $870 green evening dress which I could wear while doing the vacuuming.

"until scandal led her" - this is what we call the exonerative tense, like it was the force of some unstoppable scandal bearing down on her and not her sexting a sentient beef jerky with prion disease

My current theory is that, among other things, he's historically been a bottom-grubbing snitch. Informed on grotty financial malfeasance by other deeply unpleasant people. Not criminal, not relevant to Garland, but Trump would want that publicly known about as much as he'd want to lick an ashtray.

“you have what it takes to make it to the top” cannot be read as anything but a brutal attack on one’s character

As a Maine voter, I'll vote for anyone with a pulse with a chance to beat Collins, but Jesus Christ please don't make me fill in my ballot for the mercenary with the Totenkopf tattoo. I've eaten hot dogs with more electable backgrounds than Platner. We have options! Some of them even house-trained!

Love protesting, absolutely HATE writing signs. Why do my lines always droop; why are there always too many letters? I do not belong at the revolutionary arts + crafts table. Next time I'm just gonna write "I HAVE EMBARRASSING FINE MOTOR SKILLS" and be done with it.

I didn't know this about Platner, and let me tell you, it was a hugely dismaying google search. A real bad time. I'm pretty pragmatic when it comes to candidates, but time spent as Blackwater merc is a no for me, dog. Excuse me, an Xe merc--sorry, Academi merc--whoops Constellis merc--ah shit wait,

When the world changes, as it eventually will, I can't wait to read the definitive book on what the fuck has been going on at the NYT in the last 10 years. It’s always been imperfect but this craven capitulation has been genuinely astonishing and I WANT THAT DIRT. I want vengeful staffers to SPILL.

When I lived in Florence, there was a little toyshop down the street that offered Popemobiles for sale next to fire engines and carabinieri cars, like of course kids want Popemobile toys, of course they do. Italy is so wonderful that sometimes you forget how delightfully weird it is.

I could watch Britt Lower contemptuously say "Yeah, no shit," on a constant loop for the rest of my life. That dame can deliver a line. You see someone like Lower get cast in Severance, and you realize how many lethally talented actors out there just never get their shot. Thank god someone saw her.

Man, zealous new converts are absolutely the most tiresome people on earth. Doesn't really matter what it is -- faith, atheism, veganism, political activism, whatever. The benign form is junior-year-abroad smugness, god bless those bores. The malevolent form is this haunted pork mannequin of a man.

As you may know, I've been living in Canada since August. In this interview, I tried to convey something I don't think Americans quite appreciate — how profoundly *angry* Canadians are, and the danger a US-Canadian rupture poses to our future prosperity and security www.vox.com/politics/403...

I realise anyone on Bluesky is already aware that the breach with Canada is serious, but even smart, informed Americans cannot conceive of how intense Canadian hatred has become. If you think Canadians are actually as nice as their manners suggest, you're in for an exceptionally nasty surprise.

If human civillisation is a series of pendulum swings from cooperative growth to entropic collapse, I cannot WAIT for the backlash to this current backlash. I want the next era of cooperative growth to hit these motherfuckers like a cluster bomb. You're gonna feel our progress real hard, assholes.

Hey, shoutout to everyone who decided to stay alive today. You did it, kid. Proud of you.

I need elected Dems to be way more alarmed about being primaried than they currently are. I want them to be ACUTELY concerned about their own future prospects. There are a lot of fired federal workers looking for new jobs rn. Hope a bunch of them decide to discomfit the fuck out of comfortable Dems

"We're eating more cheese cubes - and loving it!" Have you read George Saunders's essay "The Braindead Megaphone"? Published in 2007, this part of it eerily predicts the direction America has taken since ~2014

staying alive is a radical act in a society that wants you dead!!

I'm so tired of being furious all the time. I only ever want to be mad about the very dumbest shit possible, like people who say EVOO, or the acceptability of tilting your seat back on a transatlantic flight. I don't want to be enraged at nazis. I never want to think about them at all.

The onslaught of heart-sinking news has me feeling like rancid two-week-old garbage. Heartsick and gutsick and soulsick. I'm reminding myself to breathe and take breaks, and maybe you could use a reminder to do the same. Take care of yourselves, kids.

Really hope Mr Toast is having a great day wherever he is.

The FT just absolutely prancing into the first image of a How it Started meme like a unicorn doing high kicks.

@kirbys-epic-sad.bsky.social Hey, you seem like a good person and I'm sorry if I sounded brusque. I'm just exhausted and heartsick and not coping particularly well right now. Hope you get some rest tonight. Hope you're doing ok. Hang in there.

@emilylhauser.bsky.social Hey, possibly weird question: were you a commenter on Jezebel way back in ye olden days? I have this niggling feeling that I loved reading your smart takes way back when. If I'm thinking of someone else, forgive me.

I've read excellent explainers about Jo Rowling's descent into reactionary madness, but I ache to know what happened in her private life in the last 7 years. Seems like there's been a rupture between her + at least one kid, and the black mold infestation sure indicates some kind of personal crisis.

Literally incapable of seeing my dog yawn without saying, "Oh, big yawn," and then automatically yawning myself, like she needs affirmation of her respiratory choices.

Here's a small weird potentially good thing: The USPS website is still, as of a few minutes ago, processing requests under the free covid test program. No idea when that'll be shut down, but it hasn't been yet.