I hate Elf on the Shelf much more than the Grinch (although my toddler asked to watch “Halloween is Grinch Night” three times yesterday, so the gap is closing) but something about elevating the Grinch into the Christmas pantheon never sat right with me, and now I know why.

the only way we save this world is by making ugly art in the same room as each other

Can’t overemphasize what seeing Vince Staples watching Videodrome on a flight would do to my brain chemistry

Happy Longest Night to all who observe

miso congee with edamame, sweet potato dinos, and teriyaki salmon—love to feed my toddler like a neurotic’s pampered dog

“Trite things rule.” One of the best gifts you can have in this world is to see how your friends feel about being a parent.

I went to fudruckers on prom night

frodo: "gandalf.. could we not have tom bombadil carry the ring?" gandalf, wincing slightly, sighing pissedly, rubbing the bridge of his nose: "tom is.. extremely high"

remember, the holiday season primer is context dependent! if you have cool lib parents you can treat yellow and maybe even orange as blue. if you've got psycho evangelical parents seek supplemental material that covers Tulsa King and Yellowstone

late night emo posting but jesus christ man there are so many good people in my life just because we all know the text of merfolk looter or whatever

george winston’s “december” wife vs. carter burwell’s “in bruges” o.s.t. husband

hitting an electric beehive smoker and going docile

my worst drunk and hangover was drinking Cheerwine and rock-bottom rye at a bar in Georgia, can’t endorse it enough.

Kismet: my 3 y.o. loves to sing “Grendel’s Mother” around the house, which has gotta put her in the top percentile for Beowulf knowledge/awareness in the pre-preschool bracket. She’s also obsessed with “Greg & the Frog.” Gotta start them on quality art young.

<tomwaitsvoice>What’s he BUILDING in there?</tomwaitsvoice>

It’s the last Thirsty Thursday of fall semester, 2007. You take a break from playing egg nog flip cup to get into a screaming argument with your roommate’s girlfriend about the best Sufjan Christmas song. (It’s Sister Winter.) You’ll wake up at 7am to pop an adderall and ace your Earth Science final

I am dead serious when I say that if one of the most vulnerable people in the country can do this with the right allies, no fight in American politics is completely hopeless.

This piece says more about the author’s worldview than Lynch’s, but he was a filmmaker who helped us understand our worldviews better by what resonated with us in his work, so fair enough. Beautifully written.

Hiring a bunch of babes in bikinis to stand on the side of the path that Sisyphus uses to push his rock up the hill. Asking Sisyphus later if that improved things any. He pauses thoughtfully before answering, "Yeah"

okay actually this is great. unequivocal support for comradezoning. tell your friends (and comrades)

the legendary Reverse Cerebus, very high difficulty

I see that people a little bit younger than me are romanticizing being a millennial in 2012 and I’m here to tell you it was exactly as good as you think it was

I love books but is reading really doing all that much for you if it hasn't taught you not to characterise systematic societal issues as personal moral failings

younger trader joes cashier: have you tried these scallion pancakes yet me: (with the terrified sternness of a third grader with one line in the play) It’s Giving Dinner

imagining an all night diner in a redwall world. little rat smoking while cooking on a flaptop. burned coffee in an acorn mug. the whole thing is inside a pumpkin

suckin face during shen yun

I don’t want to go to the employee appreciation holiday luncheon; I want to fuck off and play Dandân.

hey man, hey! it’s me! we went to college together remember? they used to call me th- yeah, The Honorless Worm, that’s it, you remember. although i’m usually considered pretty honorable these days lol. how’ve you been?

I’m not succumbing to my wounds we’re collaborating

would Stevie Nicks be a good DM

Ranked in order of ease: 1. Gluttony 1a. Greed 2. Wrath 3. Sloth 4. Lust 5. Envy ***HUGE GAP*** 6. Pride

more like silent hill b+

Having a son and naming him Ærthwyrme

Every December, I pull up every card printed that calendar year & start Remembering Some Guys. It’s a more intense undertaking by the year, but scrolling through & recalling how you felt when a card was revealed or when it first hit the table? Rewarding. www.hipstersofthecoast.com/2025/12/the-...

If this line was surrounded by a different book, like an arch/revisionist noir or a John Swartzwelder novel, it would be a hit for sure.

I’ve sometimes fallen into the trap of thinking that complementing a creative person for their work is less sophisticated or desired than discussion or debate about it but very often the best thing you can say to them is hell yeah and that doesn’t make you dumb it just makes you nice

completely eating shit this season of LL, mortifying, tantalizingly, proxilingually close on questions i should know the answer to

being an elder millennial with a toddler sometimes means the kid just walking around hollering “CUZ I’MMA UGLIEST GUY! ON THE LOWA EASSIDE! BUT I GOT WHEELS! AND YOU WANNA GOFORA RIDE!”

bid on some real winners c/o some real winners:

the hater's council just vetoed this actually. "a real hater hates attention seekers by ignoring them" wise words from one hater elder. "hate reading is for homework dorks" said another senior hater on condition of anonymity as this statement was a compound diss targeting other council members

circling around a definition of 'slop' as something like 'fully optimized to the point of texturelessness/characterlessness'... RLHF'd ai product but also: save the cat is scriptslop, aerodynamically efficient crossover suvs are carslop, three true outcomes is baseballslop, crabs are crustaceanslop

slowly sucking in my gut while I pee so it looks like I'm deflating. all the other guys at the urinal trough hooting and hollering like I'm David Blaine. guy in the stall is trying to shit faster cuz he knows he's missing out on something but he's not sure what

Haha, oh sorry, I was on mute. I was saying I worry I’ve permanently worn down all the charming edges of myself that others didn’t like and I’ve become dull like a riverstone—and perhaps the only way to make new edges is to fragment into smaller and smaller pieces until nothing is left.

ANXIETY: Nothing in your life will ever go right DEPRESSION: You’re worthless and you’ll always be alone GUY WHO REALLY LIKED MAXIMO GHOSTS TO GLORY FOR PS2: Capcom should make another Maximo game. I’d buy it

Lear’s Fool posting:

A story Stoppard told several times, in several places:

this is the actual reason he can’t copy Legendaries—if he copied himself, it’s an unbounded non-deterministic toe-sucking loop