ok, back to not using this app anymore

as a kid I always confused Come Together and Bad, Bad Leroy Brown because they were both songs about outlandish dudes

I couldn't think of the last time Ive seen shoes hanging in telephone lines and now I'm worried I've grown soft and bougie but I've always been soft and bougie so what's changed?

is this a downstream effect of sneaker culture?

truely dont get people who go camera off on a large work zoom; if I'm stuck sitting through this thing I want credit for being here

since the first of the month the apartment parking lot across the street from me now houses *two* sunshine orange subaru crosstreks

tough beat for the original owner; like if a second ukulele kid showed up in class at the start of junior year

truly their worst song, other than yellow

for some reason, I can't explain

cold plays viva la vida has been stuck in my head all morning

honestly it's good, I need to be taken down a peg

my number one hater is the old lady at the local yarn store who has condescended to me for literally a decade at this point

they made me take off my shoes today because the double knot on my boots tripped the nude scan machine

like excuses me, I am a Known Traveler

I suspect they may go to the Phoenix office but inshallah I will never return

I'm just going to have to keep this set of mystery keys that lives in my backpack until I die?

there should be a model of pickup truck just called The Bull of Heaven

sounds like they've been separated a while, this is more about assessing who was more wronged

Id like to go to bed

the man in the hotel room next to me is attempting the 'Wasn't Me' defense while his ¿ex? wife just keeps repeating "You were sucking on her titties! You had her whole nipple in your mouth!"

Baltimore retains it's crown in the The Streets Of song franchise

unfortunately all I can do now is imagine a super tasteless super maudlin minneapolis themed reworking of the lyrics to Streets of Laredo

the east coast has forsaken white bread toast and it is to our detriment

the 15th anniversary is next year; it's not too late; the day it came out internet would be so beautiful

I can imagine it so vividly --they'd do it up tempo; I can hear the singer shouting "When I was in third Grade I thought I was Gay"; I know just where the bagpipes would kick in

the world needs a Dropkick Murphys cover of Same Love by Macklemore

a photo of the 'Nothing in Drafts' icon from new Outlook a weirdly large graphic of an open envelope or maybe a vertical memo outbox with a single blank piece of paper in it with the and a floating pen like shape; all three elements are given shading suggesting three dimensionality but otherwise float shadowless on a flat background the background, container, and blank page are all similar shares slate gray while the pen like shape is a color gradient that shifts from a short of yellowy lime green to cerulean in a way that suggests it is luminescent the left back of the container also has a cerulean color gradient as if reflecting light cast by the pen but the paper and the right back do not none of the shadows are consistent regardless of whether or not the pen is supposed to be glowing below the icon is the text, "Nothing in Drafts / Start writing something fabulous." taken together it's incoherent; what does any of this have to do with an empty drafts folder I suppose maybe it's intended to be a gray container and paper on a white background intended to suggest you use the power of writing to conjure form out of darkness the weird gray on gray might be the result of dark mode design gore --although that would also be damning

another clue, what the fuck is this?

I tease my mother but I actually do need a little decorative plate to hold the tea steeper in my office and I don't own one so who's laughing now?

the hymn In The Bleak Midwinter was stuck in my head today and I knew it was time to pull this out 10/10

me casually asking this friend "have you heard that term 'YIMBY'?" today

id watch the hell out of an adam curtis style quietly deranged video essay

has anyone written the definitive critical postmortem of the girlboss empowerment pop of the 2010s?

told a gen z today "I'm just like Timmy, I'm unc now" and it was a huge hit

so I still got it

(me)

a guy who thinks @npr.org has become a useless bunch of chickenshit cowards but it's because they refuse to number their best albums of the year list