As Archimedes said: give me a .csv and I shall move the world.

We’re currently living through Peak Grinch.

I hope one day somebody writes a cool song about how evil I am.

Siri is terrible at Toronto street names, but decent at generating settings for a TTRPG.

It’s hard to find media for kids that doesn’t make you as a parent want to forsake the shore and take up a life at sea. So here‘s a very good holiday album:

Regarding the current mood in Oxford.

The Americans are all at Grandma’s house. Post the Hip.

I’m like what if Captain Janeway was also Bandit Heeler.

My wife and I both bought clementines on the way home from work, and so now our only option is to swim around in them like Scrooge McDuck.

The Tenet score needed a little John Barry.

Now we’re playing a video game.

These have been responsible for the deaths of millions of colored pencils over the last quarter-century.

Word on the street at my kid’s kindergarten is that because it snowed, tomorrow is Christmas. So good luck with your last minute shopping everyone.

An early November snow day in Toronto.

Well, I guess it’s finally time to figure out what Fëanor’s whole deal is.

A House of Dynamite is Love Actually if it was about a nuclear first strike.

I don’t watch cable news very often, and I’m learning about a lot of exciting new medications that may be right for me.

The season for falling leaves and falling pressure.

Four and a half billion years ago a nebula of rocks, gas, and dust condensed down into a primordial planetary system, retaining its angular momentum and ultimately setting the period for the Earth’s rotation and the day/night cycle. But sure, do whatever you want with the clocks.

Shoutouts to everyone having a little mini Twix with their coffee this morning.

Trick or treat, jerk

A lot of being a meteorologist is about staring at a cloud edge and willing it to move.

Dodgers organist, I’ll miss you most of all.

Guys, slow down. I’m trying to finish my chili.

Baseball will continue until morale improves.

Right now we’re creating what’s called “tomorrow problems.”

Have they ever tried doing baseball in the daytime? Maybe something to look into.

Must be nice to be a meteo...home plate umpire... and get paid to be wrong 50 percent of the time

Say a prayer to Jackie Sherrill, the Patron Saint of Beating Texas.

I can see my house!

The ants go marching one by one. I learned all their patterns and now I’m done. Hurrah, Hurrah.

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The great thing about Canada having Thanksgiving in October is that I can get my hot takes in before the rush.

Toronto.

Improbably, this episode titled Melancholic Murder Bug is not about Silksong.

I don’t really think of myself as a “takes a picture of the moon with a cell phone camera” guy, but here we are.

You ever give yourself a paper cut with aluminum foil? 0/10 experience.

As an immigrant to Canada I feel it’s my duty to call attention to the fact that the literal translation of the French version of the national anthem is metal as hell.

The problem with having metroidvania brain is that you start noticing breakable walls at the airport.

Grey quarter zip I’m gonna keep on rockin’ my Grey quarter zip Lookin’ just like the other dads in my Grey quarter zip

A very reasonable reaction to getting a big rock dropped on your noggin, in my opinion.

The definition of “washable” as applied to children’s art supplies is arbitrary and capricious.

I had to dispose of a spider in the bathtub just now and thanks to my recent Silksong experience I was able to beat it on the first run.

Caleb Williams.

Guys, stop what you’re doing. @friends-table.bsky.social did Restaurant Wars.

I don’t generally find NFL coaches in commercials believable, but I’m absolutely convinced that Dan Campbell loves riblets.

I finally had a chance to catch Superman and I think I can fairly say that @jamesgunn.bsky.social is the first filmmaker to fully realize the cinematic potential of hitting publish in the CMS.

Florida is the Sunshine State like Greenland is green.

I’m not sure why this ND game is being broadcast with the color grading of a Michael Bay movie.

Resist the urge to explain the joke.