Approaching the day when I don't remember how to say anything but "These fucking people."

I just subscribed to @roncharles.bsky.social Substack because he's the greatest and Jeff Bezos is the worst: roncharles.substack.com?r=bk77n&utm_...

Surely there was somebody who didn't love Catherine O'Hara.

They call them the Far Right but I actually think they are the Far Wrong

Reminder! My next book event for The Killing Fields of East New York is at the Yorkville Public Library tomorrow, 5PM! 222 E.79th St. “Horn unspools a fast-paced and at times crackling yarn about the Brooklyn prosecutors and F.B.I. agents who pursued predatory lenders and brokers …” New York Times.

“when minnesotan balls freeze over” has the ring of idiom

Thank god somebody is finally willing to take on this question. Excited to find out.

The day the late John Carey went too far. open.substack.com/pub/mathewly...

Man products from the early 2020s - Ward Gambit Premium Detroit Denim - Forest & Handbuckle Gentlemen Wallet - Guycave Original Chukka Dress Slippers - TrouserCraft Waist Belts - Rooster & Hitch Original Barn Jackets - American Beefboy Perfect Hoodie - Thomas Lawman Cold Brew Chinos

One year ago today, @slate.com published an excerpt from my essay collection Y2K, which came out in January 2025. It’s a braided narrative about Y2K pop culture, time capsules, and millennial disappointment, and I’d appreciate if you gave it a read. slate.com/life/2024/12...

Market Day in Olde New York, the streets abustle with Brooklyn Writers in their go-to-market best, carts piled high with fresh novels.

Damn, that's good. You're hired. I'm putting you on my More Glamorous Lifestyle brain-trust team.

My plans for a glamorous and enviable lifestyle (drugs, mansions, personal chefs, go-go dancers, dogs, dog-walkers, go-go-dancing dog-walkers, etc.) could falter if publishers don't start paying me huge advances. Just saying. It's on you.

[Joe Pesci voice] You mean, let me understand this cause, you know maybe it's me, it's a little fucked up maybe, but I'm jaunty how? I mean, jaunty like I'm a boulevardier? What the fuck is so jaunty about me?

Nice to finally find myself described in literature:

Doodled a little bit of fan art! Visionary director Darren Nichols, on break from the New Burbage Shakespeare Festival. “I don’t hate the theater; I pity it.” #slingsandarrows

It's only gambling if you're the gambler. Otherwise, it's wealth extraction.

Friday’s Ice Art and Poetry: today’s collaboration between artist Mark Mastroianni and myself. Here the poem came first. (Ice not ICE—art and poetry, by their nature are anti-ICE which is the enemy of life and wonder.)

Hello, I am doing this now. It is for fun, and it is making me happy. skwbotd.ghost.io/about/

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I find myself, however briefly, and for the first time in ever such a long while, enormously happy.

The hardest I'd ever laughed in my 16 years at that point.

Other progressives say that shrinking populations are the solution, to the actual problem.

In books, too. I *love* finding elements in research that allow me to show characters’ competence. Learning, as I read for Sailing to Sarantium, about how the technique for ‘setting beds’ for mosaics changed over time, enabling different work. Dramatic? No. The drama is OUR job, if we do it right.

[undercover cop walking up to some kids in the parking lot outside a show, carrying a skateboard with a Steal Your Face sticker] That Bob Weir certainly was a king of psychedelic rock, wasn't he, fellow Deadheads?

‘Dueling Banjos’ A silly thing I painted 11 years ago and apparently haven’t posted here before

Folks, RM is a writer of terrific wisdom and humor, and I hope you'll consider following him here and there and wherever his words are found.

Very taken by this c. 1530 painting of the cloth market in s'Hertogenbosch. The (anonymous) artist seems to have heard of perspective, but not quite to have got the hang of it. Apparently it was commissioned by the cloth-sellers guild, and Hieronymus Bosch lives in the 7th house from the right.

Pulling the old “make a sandwich with my hand between 2 slices of bread,” trick & then actually eating the hand sandwich & it’s pretty good but then, oh no, I have eaten my valuable irreplaceable hand.

Okay, sure, my AI girlfriend can't do everything a regular girlfriend hypothetically could, but I'll tell you one thing. When I say, "Hey, Dejah Thoris," and she says "What?" and I say "Butt!" she giggles just as much as a meat woman would. Maybe even more.

Hand to You Know Whomst, this is someone’s FB profile photo, and it’s the funniest thing I’ve seen all day.

A subgenre of sff origin prequels to various series, each one exploring the dramatic events that led to an entire humanoid species agreeing that they would all dress like goths.

I think I've got a real shot at winning Most Time Put Into Post That Was Never Posted this year.

I hope you guys are following Dominic. Great, descriptive writing with a flair for the surreal.

Just saw some ice skating and I feel like a lot of it is just showing off.

Never heard that rhinos are playful. The only thing I ever hear about rhinos is "No! It's hippos that are dangerous" and then a bunch of statistics about hippo killings while the rhino guy just sighs and looks down sadly.

Hate it when I'm just trying to read a bunch of words all nicely arranged in a row and then suddenly the author tries to include subtext like a pill hidden in a piece of cheese. Knock it off. If I wanted to experience wisdom I'd buy a poster of a sunset.

Nick’s first of 52 fictions is out, and I encourage you to read and subscribe — not just because it involves a stick collection (something close to my heart), but also because it’s a moving story well told.

Starting 2026 with a couple of announcements: 1. I have a new book coming in spring of '27 via @europaeditions.bsky.social. 2. I'm going to do an insane thing and attempt to send out a story a week for the next year. Check it out at the link and subscribe!

I need somebody to create a site for me. Ideally, I know you, and you need the work. Pay is hundreds, not thousands, but there might be additional sites. Doesn't have to be fancy; in fact, fancy is bad. Just an updated version of current site (in bio) so I can avoid further emails like the attached.

extremely difficult to explain to my offline friends the daily whiplash I recieve on this website by like, having a stranger yell at me over an old joke about eating molten lava only to click on their profile to find they exlusively post about wanting to suck a dog's dick. how did you find me

New CIVIL PENALTY OF UP TO ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS PER CONTAINER OR UP TO TWENTY-FIVE THOUSAND DOLLARS FOR EACH SUCH TENDER OF CONTAINERS dropped.

A long time ago, I worked in New York State politics. I just ran across something I wrote back then referring to Albany as "inside the Sansabeltway."

The next entry in my ongoing series, Faces I Can’t Resist. (I work in an animal hospital and I love your babies.) Kittens in the hospital need a stuffed animal. It’s one of the first things I do when I arrive in the morning, I make sure they all have one.

Turns out, Man isn't the only creature that is aware of its own mortality; Man's just the only creature that's such a drama queen about it.

Can’t believe it’s just the 3rd day of 2026, and I’ve already broken my resolution to not have an addled, corrupt president of my country illegally and unconstitutionally kidnap another foreign head of state to exploit their natural resources and to obtain meme fodder.

Another of the 50+ seniors I could date on new twitter.

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