it’s saturday morning and i just watched max verstappen establish utter dominance in a red bull-branded mercedes amg. the nurbergring 24h is going to be crazy.

started watching alien: earth, and man, the lost boys are the best.

I’ve put off finishing Yakuza Kiwami 2 due to dreading playing Yakuza 3 on its dated engine. That said, the Yakuza Kiwami 3 announcement the other week was such a welcome surprise.

outkast’s “prototype”, but covered by mcgruff the crime dog.

Imagine sitting outside your therapist’s office waiting for your appointment, and you just hear muffled through the door “BITCH, I *AM* PAGLIACCI”

been watching ozark. just got to the “hey wyatt, what the actual fuck?” portion of the series.

cast ray romano and brad garrett in a pixar film.

fuck you, alien: resurrection rips ass.

does the existence of big thunder mountain railroad infer the existence of a little thunder mountain railroad?

in aliens, y’all think the alien queen was just, like, doomscrolling on her phone during the elevator ride up to the surface?

anyways, the naked gun is a fantastic salve for the wound that is going into f1 summer break knowing that ferrari’s got an absolute shitbox that’s destroying the souls of its drivers and the scuderia at large. sigh, forza.

The Naked Gun reminds me that the social media-era of comedy has been so focused on doing bits that we’d forgotten about just plain gags. Boy, does it feel good to sit in a movie theatre and see some honest to goodness gags.

another palou perfect sunday. what a thing to watch.

#indycar

it’s entirely way too early for ferrari-tinged sighs of disappointment.

#f1

it’s justin mcelroy cookie day.

imagining the conversational dissonance when i tell people about the different parts of spa francorchamps when i provide obnoxiously french pronunciations of “la source” and “raidillon eau rouge” and just plainly say the phrase “bus stop chicane” with the most boring standard american accent.

please don’t talk to me about formula 1 this week, at least not in person. i’m only going to pronounce “circuit de spa-francorchamps” in increasingly obnoxious ways, not because it’s bougie but because it’s right.

young singers need to learn that they don’t need to always put so much sauce on the biscuit. sometimes a straight delivery showcases the voice more than a constant run. a vocal run is effective as an exclamation point. if everything ends in an exclamation point, every statement loses its impact.

lex luthor out here playing battleship while everyone else is playing checkers.

not in love with this trend of folks reacting to movies that have a ton of studio logos at the beginning. like, films aren’t getting any cheaper. cinema costs money, and if you want to avoid the generative AI menace, it’s gonna take a lot of studios to make the dream happen.

for some reason that I cannot put my finger on, Wolfenstein: The New Order is a wildly satisfying game to play right now.

I like how Craig Robinson seems like the kind of actor who has the most comfort saying a word like “titties”

Why do you lock your door at night. Is it because you think I'll come in and debate you. Are you afraid of free speech

of all the things, it’s the sacking of christian horner that has totally messed with me spending too much time on social media.

ZAK BROWN GONNA ARRIVE AT SPA WITH A NEW DUMBASS TATTOO FOR THIS UNPRECEDENTED W.

F1 DRIVE TO SURVIVE PRODUCERS GOING TO SLEEP HORNY AS FUCK.

Concern about spoilers was an early sign of the death of media criticism and cultural discourse. If a story hinges on a shock event, then I sincerely don’t think that event was earned nor was it well-written. A well-written character death or what-have-you should reverberate beyond shock value.

Something I didn’t have a place for in my Letterboxd review of F1: This is the horniest Hans Zimmer score. Horny not in terms of brass, but horny in terms of adjacency to the Challengers score.

I’m ready to be whisked away to a world of Motorsport and fantasy, where there was an 11th team last F1 season, and Fernando Alonso wasn’t the oldest driver on the grid.