"Listen," said Gavin Degraw, "I don't WANT to be anything other than what I've been trying to be lately... but this stupid bit has been in Shane's head for a few days, so it has to go somewhere."

Don't make me tap the dril tweet

Making some lifestyle changes (forgot to bring coffee in my Yeti tumbler, using the 8-oz. mug I liberated from an old job, it's branded with the local easy-listening radio station, bit of a throwback, pretty dope).

This is focus-group language that excites people who run focus groups and can't understand why their focus-group data isn't changing the hearts of schmoes who don't talk like that.

Feels neat to get to say "I'm not dressing for somebody else".

GPT = Get Pants Tailored

Even just one (1) friend who likes talking ball would be nice 🥲

a man is driving a small yellow vehicle that says south state on the side ALT: a man is driving a small yellow vehicle that says south state on the side

I, a non-expert, assume that this too-small ammunition would inevitably end up like this in the barrel. Seems like an ENORMOUS hazard to me, an idiot.

Who's "we" in this case, and how are they going to do that? What's the legitimate path to shutting down a bunch of media companies for reasons of political affiliation?

*you're welcome*

Listen, I don't WANT to be emotional at hearing the Prime Minister do the most pat, cliche references to maple syrup on his call to the Integrity. But when there's so much else to be upset about, your window shifts. What was cringe becomes comforting. What was performative becomes virtuous.

The medium is the message. Or at least it is A message.

Feels like an own-goal every time—"here's a message you may generally agree with, but it's a low-quality mess because I don't know how to draw". Why why why

Who's holding that sign on the right? Is it a sign, or a stack of papers?

No argument from me on the prevalence of disgusting behaviour from men in that demographic. Are we using AI to generate these drawings, though? What does that prompt look like? I wouldn't want people to know I'm seeking that kind of imagery, personally.

Is there a name for this style? It's bringing to mind a book from my childhood and I'm having no luck recalling the title or author, but the art was a bit like this.

What was playing in the room in between them, a.k.a. the flyover room?

The doors must have been harder for him to open without a chorus of booing buffeting him on his way out.

I'm kidding.

That man probably hasn't opened a door in 20 years.

Donated blood for the 50th time. But now I'm looking back on my appointment history, and it starts in 2010. I know I gave a few times, at least, from 2006 onwards. So maybe I'm the Ichiro of giving blood (Japan = former surname)

Sounds like somebody hopped off the second-last step and experienced a disproportionate ligament event.

Wow! How do you do that?

Truly, the heady days. The 162-HR seasons, the undefeated campaigns, the WINLESS TANKJOBS

401, I think? But I'm not from there so I don't really know what 401k is.

One must wonder when Batman booked time to sit for a portrait session. He's got headshots? Why??

And keep in mind, each and every one of those shocked readers is busy fishing their monocle out of the martini they're holding.

I think it might also come to be understood as a hazard to one's health. I'm fully willing to accept from experts that I'm way off base here... but if extreme poverty can affect our bodies and minds, who is to say the same can't be said of the inverse extreme? They all seem... off, don't they?

You don't get your challenge back, though, sorry.

This is the amount of Cherry Coke a protagonist would sip in the hotel lobby with an acquaintance, back from war in Prussia, before they embark on a stroll by the canal to jeer at the beggars. This protagonist kinda sucks, sorry. It's one of those ones.

There will come a day when I don't have to buy any more groceries. To be done buying groceries. To be done buying groceries, perchance to dream.

Let's roll back our machine usage until it feels comfy and real again. I'm willing to go very old-school if need be. We may have peaked at wedges and pulleys.