I made entirely too much hummus and so have been steadily pulling whatever out of my fridge, roasting it, and eating it with hummus + pita. This is the greatest mistake of my life.

The author of this piece is over 40. People evolve, but you can't do the "I'm as liberal as they come" thing when you only started to reconsider your conservative outlook in your early 30s. www.nytimes.com/2025/09/26/o...

"Shattering norms" is such a limp-dicked way to describe autocracy but then these are the folks who would rather self-immolate than claim that a powerful person is lying.

Marvin Harrison Sr. wouldn't have dropped that pass. Marvin Harrison Sr. wouldn't have flattened that route. Marvin Harrison Sr. wouldn't have let that witness escape.

My favorite television show is The Terminal List: Dark Wolf, An Origin Story.

The horrors of living now are innumerable but I can buy and read one last new Pynchon novel and that is something.

Oh neat, DeLillo wrote a football book early in his career. (IT IS ABOUT DEATH, APOCALYPSE, TOTAL ALIENATION.)

The ballpark has mysterious healing powers.

Yasmin Khan is clearly unfamiliar with Bill Simmons.

I'd be cool if you omitted the part of this interview where I said Slobodan Milošević was a very talented cook.

A general strike inspired by ICE detention of the Geico Gecko. The Masked Singer gets pulled off the air and previously mild-mannered Americans start blowing up police stations.

SISKEL: Frankly, I didn't think the titular detectives were savage *enough*. EBERT: These characters are perverts, Gene. They're depraved.

Cam Skattebo has not a single thought in his head. Just a human jetski lancing through the waves, glancing off the sterns of oncoming boat traffic. He is going to die, but doesn't know it.

Taking a week off and weighing getting real fucked up (to make living hurt less) against taking care of myself (to make living hurt less). Many strategies available, we've got our top men looking into each of them.

This has been a really shitty week so I bought a baguette, some spicy gouda, and Iberico ham and got insane with it.

Look the fuck out.

My respect for old school dead-eyed monsters like Dick Cheney has grown. At least he understood the price of doing evil is getting pelted with tomatoes. What's happening now is upsetting and bad, but also the people doing it are so whiny and weak.

Holy fuck. Oh shit. You've let Jimmy Kimmel off the chain. He's gonna let loose a scorcher so long as his good friends at Comcast, Honda, Unilever, SiriusXM, and all the major sports leagues don't have any notes.

Probably nobody who's reading this needs to know it, but the Republican party, which was always pro-business and pretty bad, totally lost its fucking mind in the early-to-mid 70s and has been apocalyptically selfish from that point on. This is an apotheosis, not an anomalous or sideways development.

Insane that people call art and writing and shows that they make "content." Have some self-respect.

[Time itself is failing like an old Pontiac engine:] And we'll see if the Pirates can get the bats going in the bottom of the inning...

The pivot to video killed off a huge swath of print media, which was largely replaced not by video, but by podcasts. Now the podcasts are on video. Why are the forces that be utterly determined to get me to watch writers trying not to look like assholes?

An entire nation brainlessly punching left sure feels like a death spiral.

Eddie Vedder absolutely tackhammered in the Wrigley Field bleachers, palling around with Anthony Rizzo, swearing on the TV broadcast, resplendent, sublime: Congratulations, you are 9.13.25's Chicagoan of Distinction.

Dudes (of a peculiar and frankly annoying bearing) can literally just sit around and name Pynchon characters and just have the best time.

It appears that Charlie Kirk was gunned down by a create-a-skater from Tony Hawk's Pro Skater 2.

I really like my team's young third baseman but also:

People say cop is a highly dangerous job but if you look at the statistics, that's not really true. I will concede that going to colleges and pissing people off, as a vocation, is risky business.

One of the top guys you wish somebody would shoot got shot. The system (widespread anxiety and fear, crescendoing mental illness, guns everywhere) works sometimes.

Got an email yesterday from my ancient House Rep describing ICE in Chicago as "political theater," talking about "scoring political points." What the fuck would qualify as an actual fucking event to these people? What would compel them to act, or even just confront reality? Dangerous fucking losers.

Ask yourself where else you could read this, in our current media climate and then subscribe for $3/month to Flaming Hydra flaminghydra.com/subscribe (read the whole piece here, by @ntnsndr.in: flaminghydra.com/antisemitism...)

Derrick Henry is 31, the size of a utility van, and is somehow still outrunning defensive backs, whom he would pummel into a fine powder if they ever caught up with him.

I walked across the checkout aisle at Walgreens to a display stand that said WE HAVE IT and a picture of the new Oreo Reese's peanut butter cups. And it was just full of regular Reese's cups. At that point I was sort of pot-committed to buying candy, but friends: I was livid.

Okay, this is even funnier.

The fraud that Eric Adams performs in Riyadh is going to be historic.

RFK Jr.: You can't trust pharmaceutical companies— Me: Because of the profit motive RFK Jr.: —because they use corrupted chemical compounds designed to render us obedient to the treacherous Buried Ones who lie in wait within our cave systems and city sewers.

I know this is not the world we're living in, but I really wish Pablo Torre could just publish investigative features at a Sports Illustrated-like outlet. I'm not sifting through 80 minutes of thin podcast banter to get to whatever actually substantial thing he's reporting on.

Dansby Swanson is one of the last great white baseball player names left—they're all Kade or Blaise now—and to boot he's a beautiful man who fields his position with the grace of jungle cat. What a joy it is to watch him play this ancient game.

I shouldn't have to sell you on @milesklee.bsky.social writing about Watching The Sopranos Wrong.

I know we've all been putting lime juice and/or Slimer drool in our ears to guard against tinnitus. But hold on! There's new science on the matter!

It's TCU 73, UNC 17 and the Tar Heels score a last-minute garbage time touchdown. Bill Belichick orders his kicker—"I am not speaking to you as your coach, but as a man who will kill you if you disobey me"—to shank the extra point attempt.

The public has to suffer so much unfiltered work email content these days. The journalist basically reprints the tour announcement press release; the football team puts the internal design notes for a jersey in their hype video. No bullshit is cut before the product reaches you; it's miserable.

Running out of the bullpen to the Benny Hill theme at unnerving double-time speed. The broadcast describes my arsenal as "zany" and my ERA is a tick over thirteen.

I always have a minor how-am-I-supposed-to-live? breakdown whenever a takeout food standby noticeably declines in quality. Like what the fuck happened, man? We were supposed to do this forever.

He thought it was the ball, folks. I don't know what to tell ya. And Piazza, you know, there was a lot of innuendo at the time. Still is, and we're looking into. But he thought it was the ball and that seems reasonable.

It's time to feel things.

It's real fuckin' dumb out here.

Respect the hell out of this lad. A nighttime rainout got rescheduled as a day game and he went "fuck it, I'll field the odd Slack ping from the ballpark."

Capital's construction of a total anti-culture continues apace. Chicago really likes movies; it sustains quite a few big box theaters and a handful of pretty good arthouse joints. The Music Box is a civic treasure. It's the city of fucking Siskel and Ebert. This is infuriating.

Things continue to Trend Downward and the days pass with Fulsome Aggravation, but I am going to four more Cubs games before summer is over and that's something like a Reason To Live.