If I was an astrochemist, I’d make a lot of jokes about “the lack of believable chemistry between these stars.”

The firefox dev team is working on a "master AI kill switch" that will let users opt out of all the AI stuff they're planning to add to the browser over the next 3 years. That's gotta be a great feeling. "Users have heard about our roadmap, and they hate it. We're still going to work on it, but […]

Remember, you never get a second chance to make a second impression.

I've been playing a fair amount of speed chess lately (3+2), and it shouldn't be underestimated how slow I am at seeing tactics. I've done thousands of chess puzzles over the years to improve my pattern recognition, but I do tough ones that take a lot of calculation. What I need to do now is […]

My mom's sister Janet is a big Roman Catholic, and she's pretty weird about it. She gets furious when we drop casual comments into the conversation about the invalidity of Filioque and how Cerularius is the true father of the church. In other words, our Ortho aunt bait can be toxic.

Nobody ever finished filming a musical and failed to say, "You know, we should have just made this fucking thing an opera. What a disaster. History won't be kind." etc

The NYT connections app is being weird on me today. I finished the puzzle ok, but something tells me this is Wyna finding a new way to ruin my streak.

RE: https://mastodon.social/@andrewreed/115281988401399996 If you like the Coen Brothers, a very good use of your time is reading Andrew's wonderful list of quotes. A lot of these make me bust out laffin even though I can't remember the movie! Some others I ponder from time to time: "Mere […]

*I would not pay three hundred twenty five dollars for a wingéd PEGASUS!*

RE: https://mastodon.online/@50years_music/115272075265395016 Bring back Julie London.

In my dreams, I’m always up AGAINST the scorpions. It’s never me and the scorpion teaming up to save the old mill, or bake a lemon chiffon. It’s time for me and the dream scorpions to bury the hatchet! Whaddya say, gang!?

This is what it sounds like when you're court lutenist and composer for a cruel magnate who abuses you, and you flee, but his minions recapture you and force you to return to his employment, but then you find treasonous letters that incriminate him that you turn over to the King of Poland, who […]

It hit me in the Trader Joe’s yesterday: Blues Traveler is a charity make-work program for people struggling to learn to play the harmonica. Idiot toddlers, maybe?

I’ve never been, but it seems like people are way too negative about clown fiestas. Sounds fun to me!

Flummoxed to discover that my study of terminology related to late middle age feudal property law — such as socage, burgage and escheat — has improved neither my reproductive fitness nor success.

Every red-pilled edgelord alpha-male conspiracy theorist reading Plato's Allegory of the Cave: damn, these sheeple are worse than I thought!

Why say "cow" when you can say "moo-y chonkers"?

I dreamt I morphed into a power ranger, but didn't do it mightily. I feebly morphed. It was cringe.

If I was still writing office emails, I'd use this, "I shall strive to merit from Your Illustrious Magnificence in any offices where occasion may arise", as the Gdansk city council wrote to Robert Cecil in 1600.

My hot take is that the word "utilize" could be retired and nobody but insufferable consultants would miss it.