@nycsanitation.bsky.social I’d like to report a sweep

A true legend.

Mrs. Dalloway said she would open the Strait of Hormuz herself.

Remembering sacrifice? In this political economy?

finally we have a quality Fantastic Four adaptation

Just barely squeaking into #ScreenshotSaturday, but it's been a huuuuuge day for GaleriaLux, my infinite art gallery. I'm now 3 weeks in, and it's feature complete, at least for my initial idea. And today, I wiped out performance problems. #Godot #GameDev #SoloDev #3DArt #Blender

Grogu! No!

turns out that if i cover my eyes, and some more hands to cover my ears and mouth, i won't see, hear, or speak any evil

When writing a personal essay and feel like my work is uninspired and uninspiring, I go read some Charles D’Ambrosio. Here’s a passage from “Winning,” an essay in which he connects bricks, betting, faux antiques, work, and time. His writing is so deft and rich. I love the “Or something” so much.

Exactly so.

Growing older means that your body takes its time texting your mind back.

If you think about it, the earth is a bubble

JD Vance brought his wife Usha with him, a former clerk to Roberts, for a “friendly pop-by,” and maybe this will go as well as anything Vance visits. May his jinx continue. www.nytimes.com/2026/05/24/u...

ME: you can’t just put “Mc” in front of anything and sell it. It just doesn’t work that way RONALD MCDONALD: *exhales a cloud of cigarette smoke* McKill him

[yelling over club music] I said death is the loss of future love

[me, getting stabbed to death in 19th century London] ugh, more like Jerk the Ripper

Hey, light your heart’s fuse tonight

It's Friday, so you know what that means *does everything I normally do*

Happy Friday to those who celebrate

bad news everyone: the Jawas have successfully taken me to their crawler and are dismantling my chassis to sell as parts

It's employee evaluation season for me, and I've helpfully entitled my self-assessment "Look, I can explain."

It's as if the earth became jealous of flight itself.

I do not like the phrase “in my heart of hearts.” It conjures a vision of nesting hearts, each smaller than the last but capable of breaking just as loudly.

10:20 10:25 10:21 10:23 10:22 - parallel parking my time machine

The times that a trans student has come out to me as a part of their self-discovery are sacred to me at a time when little else is. This is an abominable and unenforceable fascist tactic.

Also, tag yourself

I submit, without comment, this photo of the Regents of the University of Colorado from the 2026 Commencement Program.

why is harvard’s grading policy national news? who cares?

this ad makes me want to order and eat a bag of dirt

YOU (falling prey to the pathetic fallacy): The sky is angry tonight. ME (science-loving, dispassionate): Everything is angry all the time.

[hatching out of a moon rock] the little pocket on pajamas is the place to tuck your dreams

The green room bathroom of the Jackson WY Center for the Arts is an interesting place. Not pictured: the second fan.

Six Flags: *opens first theme park Five Flags: "We should have seen this coming"

Who knows what emails lurk in the hearts of men

One formative Leaving the Eden of Childhood moment was when I learned that my heart is not actually heart shaped.

Might f around and become John Prine * blew up my tv * Threw away my paper * Moved to the country * Built me a home * Planted a little garden * Ate a lot of peaches * Tried to find jesus on my own (in progress, haven’t checked the crawlspace yet)

"I ask all of you to think of it, graduates and families alike, let yourself dream of a future in which we can harness this amazing new technology to eliminate entry-level jobs entirely. Indeed, that work has already begun, and that future is now." /college kid booing intensifies "Wow okay,"

ME: *throws a fried chicken breast and it returns like a boomerang* KFC INTERVIEWER: *presses intercom button* holy shit larry get in here

Not fair that this is my sign

Cancer: The fire of creativity burns in us all. Now cut it out and get a job.

The (very) small town I grew up in up in had a park with a feature we all called The Big Hill, and I spent a significant chunk of my childhood meeting up with other kids just to roll down it. Highly recommend.

At 7 years old: Can’t wait to get outside to see how fast I can run Me now: Can’t wait to go home to eat some grapes that I put in the fridge

this would make a great exclamation

Some like to say trolley problem; I prefer trolley *opportunity*

who says the times can't lead on ideas anymore? this is a bold, new conditional-subjunctive-present tense

I just heard Landslide TWICE in a day, I can’t take it, this is emotional terrorism, who do I sue to get it to stop.

guy who is mad at Nolan’s Odyssey because it depicts the sea as blue instead of wine-dark

Ahem

I keep thinking about this great piece from @tressiemcphd.bsky.social, especially: "[Influencers] aren’t paid to actually solve the riddle, only to make the riddle seem solvable." Such a widely applicable insight in these days of accelerating grift and gambling. www.nytimes.com/2026/05/15/o...