RIP Diane Keaton, the OG Manic Pixie Dream Girl.

Our cat now legit looks like a 3rd grader drew a cat.

The Yankees win. Theeeeee Yankees win.

I kinda miss Thibs.

The 5th essay on The Perfect 50 is all about the anti-corruption protests, my middle-class defeatism, and my top 46 song of all time: the low-key militant "Shout To The Top" by The Style Council: open.substack.com/pub/perfect5...

Sana kada araw may bagong mabunyag kay Joel Villanueva tas pa-elaborate na nang pa-elaborate yung one-man show niya every day hanggang makagawa siya ng Vagina Monologues for trapos or something.

Galit ang DDS kay Vico Sotto kasi galit sila sa lahat ng nice things. Feeling ko galit din sila sa mga mababango at malilinis na tao't lugar. At home sila sa septic tank vibes.

I have many goals in life, one of which is for people to not celebrate if I get assassinated.

Been patting myself on the back lately for improving as a runner in my late 40s then I caught up with one of my wedding ninongs last weekend who's also a runner and I learned that both his resting heart rate and VO2 max are in the 40s. Mine is 38 and 56, respectively. He's 12 years older than me.

The 4th essay on The Perfect 50 is about my performative male era(s), the inherent grunginess of puberty, and my top 47 song of all time: "Pretty Good Year" by Tori Amos. perfect50.substack.com/p/47-pretty-...

I turned the TV after the Bills went down 25-40 late in the 4th. I take full credit for this comeback. Go Bills!

I'm glad that Philippine politicians are likely getting away with widespread plunder again but the Clippers and probably the Knicks are gonna get punished for paying their players the amount of money they want to get paid.

My 3rd essay on The Perfect 50 is about the death of the rock guitar, why it lives forever nonetheless, and my top 48 song of all time: "Trash" by New York Dolls. open.substack.com/pub/perfect5...

Monday mood.

His game-winning shot in Toronto is easily a top 3 memory as a Knicks fan. Still gives me chills when I watch it on YouTube. Salute.

Does the Pinoy crowd in these Alex Eala matches have a group chat? And if so, can someone tell everyone to calm the fuck down? Unforced errors happen in tennis. We don't have to die a little death for every single one of them.

Matched my fastest 12k pace today, so it wasn't a fluke! Plus, I finished strong and could've kept going if it were a holiday.

The 2nd essay on The Perfect 50 is all about Kurt Cobain's bad boyfriend era, Courtney Love's overratedness, and my top 49 song of all time: "Camden Town Rain" by Mary Lou Lord. perfect50.substack.com/p/49-camden-...

In the words of my katukayo herself: LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOO youtu.be/0yxXiOeGvlE?...

Saw this over on the hellsite. Main reason why I'm not really on it anymore is that it's now dominated by engagement baiters who don't even bother to dig a little deeper into the subjects they're trying to engage in. Dylan is woven into the fabric of the fucking Beatles, you ignoramus.

Extremely late to the party post: finally saw Anora. What a movie. The first half was a drug-addled party movie, the next 40% was a Woody Allen comedy and then the last 10% was a Michael Leigh drama.

Essay number 1 on The Perfect 50 is about my top 50 song of all time: "You're Getting Married" by The Replacements. perfect50.substack.com/p/50-youre-g...

Just started a new substack and it's called "The Perfect 50". It's a challenge I'm posing to myself: write the definitive essays about my top 50 songs of all time before I turn 50 (3 years to go!). Before I post the first essay, here's a short introduction: perfect50.substack.com/p/welcome-to...

Twitter is now completely a smoking heap of garbage right in the middle of hell.

Ozzy Osbourne reaching 76 is probably the greatest miracle in rock music history. RIP.

This rain needs to chill tf out.

Laker fans' excitement over Marcus Smart taking me back to that time I was psyched that we were finally getting Joakim Noah.

The Late Show With Stephen Colbert is the first talk show to be cancelled of which I haven't seen more than 10 hours total.

I'm at the "made like 7-8 running playlists the last 2 weeks" stage of my 2nd running era.

Shane Gillis isn't really that funny. The right just convinced themselves that he is because he seems "refreshing" compared to the comedy establishment, the same way liberals find John Oliver hilarious because he dunks on the right, even if he's not really that funny. Louis CK is the last funny guy.

The new Stereolab is so good. Their best album since Sound-Dust.

Another sub-30 5k 🙌

@grok can you kill us all now

Has anyone tried to literally touch grass? They're quite meh tbh.

Posting something then saying "thoughts?" is super dorky man how does no one realize this?

Was finally able to run a sub-30 5k (by literally a second) and almost did a sub-1 hour 10k. Progress!

I've always liked Yabusele. But are the Knicks just leaning waaaaay too far towards offense now?

It was still really really cool to see a Filipina play and be competitive in a Wimbledon match.

Music things that I absolutely scoffed at as a teen and that I get now, in my middle age: shrieking guitar solos metallica reggae country music

The thing about the Mikal Bridges trade is that, sure we gave up a lot of picks, but the only other human person we gave up was a dude who literally never played an NBA game ever again.

I did the thing (apparently Kenneth Lonergan is my filmmaker of the century?)

Best NBA runners-up: 2013 Spurs 1993 Suns 2012 Thunder 1988 Pistons 2011 Heat 1969 Lakers 2025 Pacers

That video of a sobbing McConnell hugging a Haliburton on crutches wrecked me.

TJ McConell is living proof that Bob Cousy might've killed it in today's game.

For this to happen to Haliburton in Game 7 of the NBA Finals, no less. Man,

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Haliburton's MRI confirmed that, yeah, that was a historically shitty performance in game 5. "FOH," the machine added.

If "Tatum wasn't the best player on his team" went #1 last year, then "Haliburton didn't make a single field goal in game 5 of a 2-2 Finals series" should go quintuple platinum this year.