Nothing quite like an #InMemoriam segment of performers and creators and collaborators — people who put art and wonder and beauty and empathy into the world — to make me think about all the miserable, worthless, venal sons of bitches I wish had died this year instead. #Oscars

Kieran, a chaos agent, made something out of nothing, but they literally wrote that weak bit for Evans and RDJ. #Oscars

Pulling for Venezuela tonight, but I will say Japan's uniforms are my favorite because they look the least beer-league of all the #WBC unis. #VENvsJPN

The arc of the oligarchic universe is long, but it bends toward guillotines.

POV, 10:18 a.m. #Caturday. #Marlowe

Been thinking a lot lately about the end of ROAD TO PERDITION (Mendes, 2002), when Frank Nitti grants Michael unimpeded passage through the Lexington Hotel to kill Connor Rooney in his bathtub. No particular reason.

A co-worker regularly heats up a bowl of cinnamon brown sugar oatmeal at lunchtime, which sounds like it would be pleasant but it makes the breakroom smell like hot celery. Or maybe I just have an undiagnosed brain tumor.

This guy on DEADLINE with Nicolle just called Trump a "brilliant messager" and a "branding genius" who can "tap into public sentiment." No. Trump lies constantly, talks out of his ass, and is incapable of shutting the fuck up. That's all. Stop confusing logorrhea for charisma.

To refresh your memory, Trump did this at a church in Alabama the day after the area had been devastated by tornadoes. So if you were wondering how we arrived at a president wearing campaign merch at the dignified transfer of soldiers killed in service of, for the sake of argument, our nation ...

Timothée Chalamet, are you watching this? #LaBoheme #Moonstruck #TCMParty

I still ache a little whenever I see the Twin Towers in a movie. #Moonstruck #TCMParty

CHRISSIE, BRING ME THE BIG KNIFE! #Moonstruck #TCMParty

Pick up the nearest book. Turn to page 42, post the 2nd sentence. "His hand shook furiously, holding the amber holder, and ash fell on the knee of his immaculate knife-edged trousers."

🧵My employer is a corporate sponsor of this year's World Cup, and my supervisor made the rounds Friday asking if we wanted work shirts with the FIFA 2026 logo on them.

I have a hardcover and a Kindle hold on the same book at two separate libraries, near the top of each queue, and it's Hitchcock's bomb under the café table as to which will arrive first. I feel so alive.

I typically exhibit meticulous attention to detail, but between the post I omitted an article from as I was typing left-handed while my cat slept on my right arm and the one that forsook any semblance of subject-verb agreement due to sleep deprivation, I promise to slow down, do better, be better.

Meta platforms still won't trust the device I've been telling it to trust for the last 15 years, but they want to sell me eyeglasses that upload you into a facial recognition database and forward all your credit info to a call center in Nairobi.

We're all gonna feel pretty stupid if it turns out Timothée Chalamet was conducting false flag operation to generate more interest in opera and ballet.

The writers must be having a GLENGARRY GLEN ROSS–style contest to make Ashley Padilla break tonight. Third prize is Lorne fires you. #SNL

Among Gosling's many talents, shrieking like a woman is high on the list. #SNL

George Kennedy's face is awfully close to that fire barrel into which he appears to be spraying an accelerant. Just sayin'. #TheFlightOfThePhoenix #TCMParty

What luck. Just a couple of days ago I happened to check my local library branch for an available DVD copy of #TheFlightOfThePhoenix. And the next thing I know — boom, #TCMParty.

Watching #USAvsCOL on Telemundo, so I got to hear Andres Cantor call Alyssa Thompson's "gooooooooooooal!" at 82'.

A maiden voyage, long delayed. #ShepcatKitchenLabs

The rule of threes personified: Jayhawk senior Tre White, who wears number 3, is a reliably proficient 3-point shooter. #KSUvsKU #SunflowerShowdown #RockChalk

So basically what I just heard Trump tell the Iranian people is that he "fulfilled his promise" (already, in 48 hours) and now it's up to them to unfuck everything. Not unlike what he's done here in America, although we can't seem to get rid of him the way he got rid of Khamenei, or any other way.

"Why are you crying? It's just a kid's movie." The movie:

Watching MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE–DEAD RECKONING (McQuarrie, 2023) and I guess I had forgotten that the big chase sequence with Cruise and Hayley Atwell in the yellow Fiat 500 is basically HERBIE GOES TO MONTE CARLO.

I can't entirely fault the 4-D chess here. If the midterms were looming and MY poll numbers were plummeting because I had fucked the U.S. economy AND underage girls, I'd probably unilaterally launch a costly neverending war no one asked for as a distraction too. Who among us, amirite?

I have never shaken the impulse to sing the line as “an exit to eternal summer snacking,” and because of this I remain astonished that someone like Frito-Lay or Hostess has never licensed Fastball’s “The Way” for an ad campaign. It’s RIGHT THERE, people.

Remember after BARBIE came out, when a wave of well-known filmmakers were attached to adapt other toys and games for the big screen? Notice how you don't hear much about that anymore? Maybe the Royal They figured out that it's fucking hard to pull off what Greta, Noah and Margot executed so well.

Have a night, Tre White. #HOUvsKU #PayHeed #RockChalk

I picked up some al pastor pork at Aldi this week, and with this morning's brunch burrito, it has surged to the top of the death certificate power rankings here at Shepcat Kitchen Labs — at least until I decide to take another run at chorizo.

The distribution of the #MilanoCortina mascot plushies to the crestfallen Canadian silver medalists has been the most dire spectacle of these Games. Like, the silver isn't what you fought for, but it's still an accomplishment to be proud of. But being handed a plushie just feels like mockery.

Foreshadowing: Team Canada’s gonna come back PISSED in four years. #MilanoCortina

USA Hockey! Gold and gold! #MilanoCortina

Just wondering, as one does, if brothers Brady and Matthew Tkachuk — ka-CHUCK! — are the most onomatopoetically named players ever to skate for Team USA. #USAvsCAN #MilanoCortina

It's almost as though he's a shitty businessman sold by television to rubes who should never have elected him to preside over the largest economy in the world. AMONG OTHER THINGS.

Capitalism is killing us all. It’s just not killing the right people fast enough.

Just off the top of my head: Boo Radley Weissberg Ned Pepper Maj. Frank Burns Frank Hackett Bull Meechum Mac Sledge Lt. Col. Wild Bill Kilgore Tom Hagen Robert Duvall is indelible. Irreplaceable. A giant.

I'm not a gun guy at all, but winter biathlon is more compelling by an order of magnitude than plain old cross-country skiing without the promise of intermittent gunplay. #MilanoCortina

Getting strong NIGHT OF THE HUNTER vibes from the sing-songy children in this Olympics-themed Toyota commercial. Pretty sure this isn't anything Charles Laughton ever envisioned.

POV, 6:20 a.m. #Caturday. My Valentine. #Marlowe

NBC News just broke in with a Special Report, and it's about a break in the Nancy Guthrie kidnapping, and like everyone, I hope she can be recovered soon, safely and in good health. Not gonna lie, though. For about 5 seconds I thought It Had Happened, and the anticipation was exhilarating.

"Mixed Team Ski Jumping" is misleading and disappointing because, like doubles luge, one imagines them jumping in tandem. #MilanoCortina

My favorite part of luge (and presumably bobsled and skeleton) at #MilanoCortina is the follow drone, and I always feel a twinge of disappointment at the point we see it veer away and the fixed-position cameras take over. I hope by Nice 2030 there's a solution for a drone to cover the entire run.

If you support and defend an oppressive regime, it's easy to imagine the strongest impulse of an oppressed culture would be retaliation and retribution, when most of them just want a seat at our table. So we can see how much it flummoxes you when one of those cultures offers you at seat at theirs.

I'm watching men's ski jumping, and I love that they refer to one of these events as "normal hill," as though there's anything remotely normal about launching yourself into open space with a pair of carbon fiber planks strapped to your feet. #MilanoCortina

Quadrennial reminder that, given a comprehensive menu of options from which to choose, *crushed between the thighs of a speed skater* would not be the worst means of egress from this mortal coil.

Still awed by, marveling at, wrapping my head around the sheer scope and spectacle of what Bad Bunny and Roc Nation pulled off last night — not simply a halftime show but effectively an Olympics opening ceremony produced to scale and adhering to a tight timetable. 🧵