Tucker Carlson trading R Stevie Moore cassettes on Discogs
Tucker Carlson mouthing the words to “House Arrest” under a big pair of Beats headphones during commercial breaks
How the hell do you pronounce bongino anyway
I don’t get why Donald Trump doesn’t just run 11ty on a Linode instance
Boy I wish all these substacks were just blogs
Remembering this morning that I love email so much more than #Slack.
The least credible part of Home Alone is that Kevin continues to dress himself in adorable and festive but no doubt tight and itchy clothing
There is no way Snoopy won that Neighborhood Christmas Lights and Display Contest
Shouldn’t it be “Bene Kalikimaka”
Bad books are the worst of all media. Far, far worse than bad TV.
“Sorry, we don’t have Pfizer; is Moderna ok?”
Trump: “WIDESPREAD MASSIVE RIGGED VOTER FRAUD”
Lawsuits: “Observers were 20 feet away instead of 6 feet away for 15 minutes”
Whenever anybody’s describing terrain in a book I can’t even remotely picture it
It’s wild when people claim to know with certainty what political outcomes would occur in a universe with a dozen or more variables changed; if this person had been nominated, if that person had said more of X and less of Y, if the New York Times or Breitbart or Facebook had or hadn’t done Z. Nobody knows anything.
The candy nobody wants
Hoping to cram something into my brain other than this election in the next 24 hours of my downtime
I love “bootleg” stop signs