ha ha all my favorite brands are GOIN. OFF. today this holiday is so funny

And hiding on the backrooms Hiding on the backrooms With a love so hard and filled with defeat Running for our lives at night on them backrooms

inspector gadget just about to put the cuffs on me but then he pushes a button on his crazy trench coat and it throws him against the wall so hard he dies

James Jonathan’s Submarine Sandwiches

Gosford Park (2001) Gosford World (2015) Gosford World: Fallen Kingdom (2018)

I was born in 1601. I'm a vampire. I've been around forever. I've met many Marty Mausers over the centuries. Some of them crossed me, some of them weren't straight. They weren't honest. And those are the ones that are still here.

If Yoda were real i bet he would smell kind of fish tanky

🎵the world is a vampire / im gonna ride it all night long 🎵

Probably the most amazing image of the night, Iranian filmmaker Jafar Panahi forced to go to the Oscars while the US wages war on his home & people, only to encounter Shark Tank MAGA dipshit Kevin O’Leary, then looks at him like Blade looks at a vampire.

[exteremely Matt Berry voice]: Delroy Lindo

wearing the thickest socks, socks as thick as you can get before you gotta call them shoes. this is middle age.

and it already did when I got on the elevator too, I swear

there's so much bad in the world but there's also people who lift up and carry an elderly bat around every day so he can pretend he's flying again, and that's the part of the world I think is worth fighting for

Barry Lyndon vs. Barton Fink

my new “everyone should be drafted to do one year of retail” is that C-suite people should be obsessed with their product in the same way their wage workers are expected to pretend they are. McDonald’s should be run by a maniac who eats there every day.

justifying my frivolous purchases as a childless adult:

Art by Ralph McQuarrie for Close Encounters of the Third Kind (1977)

lmk if you wanna join my Spike Jones & His City Slickers tribute act legit musicians only please; we already have like eight guys in line to bang pans and shoot off blanks and bark like a doggy

please: my father was “Mister Wilson.” Call me Mister Wilson Junior.

'My Wife's Lovers' ~ Carl Kahler (1891)

10/10 ICE protest sign

One thing I found deeply moving about resistance in the Twin Cities was the universalism of loving your neighbor, the philosophy driving the opposition to the ICE/BP invasion. I couldn't help but notice the contrast with the blood and soil-ism of Miller and Vance. www.theatlantic.com/ideas/2026/0...

The biggest risk in this moment is something sociologists call “symbolic compliance.” That’s when an institution that is violating civil rights gives the public just enough symbolic victories that accountability efforts lose steam before there has been any meaningful change.

I will donate, phone bank, and knock on doors for any Democrat who promises to do everything to the Republicans in power that they’re doing to innocent people. Not talk about the price of milk. Not talk about norms. Just want a promise that the these motherfuckers will rot.

What's making me really livid right now is thinking back to the years of commentary lecturing us that the rise of MAGA was rooted in a sense of righteous victimization by overbearing liberal elites, and sneering at those who insisted that it was fundamentally about domination and sadism all along.

I'm thousands of miles away and have a million things to do, but my heart can't stop standing on 26th street in Minneapolis, screaming bloody murder

As tens of thousands across America protest the violence that ICE sows with impunity, federal agents shot and killed another person in Minneapolis today.

ICE terrorizes our cities. ICE puts us all in danger. Abolish ICE.

yo they’re sewing two heads into one body on The Pitt right now

in the 90s everyone wore sweatshirts without a t-shirt under all the time we were looking out of windows

cheering when the sisterbrother appears onscreen. positively. cheering.

[to the tune of “Harder, Faster, Better, Stronger” by Daft Punk]: father. mother. sister. brother.

Go Hoosiers

his final words were “I can hang back til everyone’s gone, fold some chairs”

dying surrounded by your friends and loved ones: a people-pleaser’s nightmare

[to the tune of Come on Eileen]: Marty Supreme

"Raskolnikov paused on the stair, seized by that peculiar oppression which was neither thought nor feeling, but like a draft through the ribs. It occurred to him that his head was clearer than it had been in weeks, as if a fog had lifted. He had, after all, taken Abilify that morning."

on the set of Stranger Things, did they fire the first person to say “the stuff slowly filling up this room looks like jizz,” or was everyone flat-out too scared to say something?

[to the tune of “Harder, Faster, Better, Stronger” by Daft Punk]: father. mother. sister. brother.

Melancholia is a New Years movie