Book #127 for 2025: one of my favorite writers, he makes it look easy to create characters who are fucked up and human and say wise things about life through them.

I still know a MAGA person or two on social media and it's hard to overstate how they get a steady weekly diet of "this migrant in particular is a bloodthirsty criminal!" stories on FOX.

Book #126: I dunno. People say Evelyn Waugh is hilarious, but he always strikes me as that meme of the guy at the party who thinks they’re all fools having fun around him.

A few more. Generally, they would send Mykel a title and theme and he’d write a (usually funny) poem novel using his friends’ names. He’d also give himself a Hitchcockian cameo. They’d pay him $130.

I’ve actually seen this one in the wild. I did laugh out loud.

Ooops! A proposed monument to 500 “Victims of Communism” in Canada will now proceed without any names, after it was found that more than half had collaborated with the Nazis.

Our friend Mykel used to write porn novels for $130 a pop in the 70s and 80s. Tonight, I talked him into bringing some to the pub and was not disappointed.

Working to correct the numerous accuracies we found in the story.

The shortest day of the longest fucking year.

Instead, enjoy this conversation between Matt Walsh and a dump truck driver who "just doesn't care for them types" already in progress.

Now *this* is a tiny desk concert!

Watching this on the TV set and it's more charming every second.

No, no, I'm a *hermitage* American. I live alone in a small shack-like dwelling in the garden of a rich person's estate.

I know, they're in a "cult," but I still think the real danger for him is when the cult gets bored.

Whereof LLMs cannot speak, we must pass over in silence.

This is how you land a job at Thiel Capital anyway.

Okay, Pluribus, sure. I'm thinking it's time to finally binge-watch the late 90s Canadian surrealist oddity Twitch City.

Surely, there's a country song here.

Honestly, it'd be a lot more satisfying watching Andrew Tate get put in jail.

So, Facebook started suggesting me AI videos of cats doing human things, and it's a cool trick for the first few, but soon the novelty really wears off and you think "So we're tying up half the economy in the updated version of the dancing baby gif???"

Overheard on Houston Street, one of three young beige men: “It’s bullshit, dude. It’s the Globo Homo Agenda.” In case anyone was looking for a name for a dance party…

Why don't people use question marks anymore in posts

If the penny dies, what do you put on its eyes?

A note for Canadians: this is not something to hand wave away or change the subject, one again, to how it’s worse in America. This is an imminent threat.

The B52s/ Tom Rubnitz AMFAR ad from 1987

This is genuinely shocking. Also pretty stupid, imagining now Diana Ross issues a statement and Getty sues over the DOJ trying to derail a major sex crime investigation with dirty tricks. This is when you impeach.

Late Boomer/GenX here to say that my entire lifetime has been a series of boom and bust cycles that have limited my career choices and ability to make enough money to live on. Save a little up and it's gone the next time things get precarious. 2025 has been no different. Recession it is... again.

We watched One Battle After Another tonight. Again, for me. I saw it in the movies and just caught tonight that, right after the history teacher says it's hard for a child to grow up without a parent, it cuts to migrant kids in a detention pen.

Deuce Bigalow: Conservative Thought Leader

It was the [redacted] of times, it was the [redacted] of times…

In the future, everyone will be [REDACTED] for fifteen minutes.

Some will be NFTs of course....

Rod Torfelsun's Armada featuring Herman Menderchuk

There was one thing that none of my mentors told me about life in a large bookshop.... The pages of 45000+ books slurp a lot of water out of the air 📚 The humidity in here is currently 25%. When the temperature drops, it can get down to 20%. Nobody warned me I'd need gallons of moisturizer 🙄

One of those unconscious beliefs that many of us have, that I think amounts to wishful thinking, is that each generation will have more knowledge and thus be more socially enlightened. I don't think our understanding of humanity is cumulative like, say, our knowledge of the natural world. 1/

Folks, writing off one of the key schools of performative acting with "men, ugh!" is not terribly convincing. I'm still watching Paul Newman, Philip Seymour Hoffman, Ellen Burstyn, Al Pacino, Hilary Swank, and any number of other method actors when their movies come on. Not sorry.

The milk and cookies weren’t cutting it.

After Santacon ends, every year, hundreds of Santas are left abandoned, hungover, unable to fend for themselves, and perish alone. If you’re cold, they’re cold….

Just putting the sex crimes aside for a second, what seems to be emerging from these stories is we're ruled by less than 100 powerful people, who all know each other, and are all easily manipulated by appealing to their overweening narcissism and self-importance.

“you’re right, life’s gonna suck for those twenty million americans” sure is a fucking Take going into a midterm year

I feel like people make mistakes and, if my family member paid to see Coldplay, we could work through forgiveness.

Yikes!

It's not surprising that consumers might respond to corporate fraud and malfeasance being essentially legalized by... well, returning the favor. One quibble about this article though- paying your rent in quarters might be dickish, but it is NOT fraud.

Today in who-the-fuck-cares-what-this-chucklefuck-thinks??

Finally watched Ringo Lam’s film City on Fire and it’s way more exciting than Reservoir Dogs, although the soundtrack is not as good.

We’re all saying we’d never watch it, but I could honestly see drag queens turning that Melania movie into another Rocky Horror midnight movie and going every Saturday.

The clip in which he has to read notes in order to count down from 5 makes me more convinced of the theory he's had a stroke.

Watching this, I had the thought "Did I just wake up from a fucking weird dream and it's still the 90s?

Man, Sacha Baron Cohen is a comedic genius.

I still remember a line about the end of a friendship in a memoir that went: "He could hang up on you in person, too." How perfectly timed that pause.