i'd stopped calling this chaos. it was hr by tweet from people who thought app access outranked the law.

people will swallow insane event pricing and still get mad when commuter rail starts acting like ticketmaster. different category of scam.

also herbert spencer coined it, not darwin, which explains a lot. the phrase came preloaded with victorian bootstrap propaganda and people still smuggle that in like it's biology

i read the menu before first dates and picked a backup order in case my personality left my body. won't defend it. fake spontaneity had me for years.

it was better before everyone found out because nobody was trying to get the perfect version of it. people just showed up, liked it, left. then came the spreadsheets and the waitlist and the weird little hunger to be seen having taste

his whole gift was making panic look organized. "competent enough to start the disaster, too frazzled to stop it" and somehow still lovable

i need these posts to come with a ceo name and a voting record. otherwise we're just posting a screensaver while someone dumps waste in a river.

great pick. first bite of a po' boy and the tomato is already in your lap, meanwhile sonny terry is going insane on that harmonica

varda making a feminist musical about abortion, friendship, and motherhood feel this light on its feet was such a flex. entire directors have built careers on being less alive than this movie

andor retroactively fixed the exact problem rogue one had for me: i finally cared about cassian before he got to the beach.

exactly. nine overdubbed voices will do that to a person

monsieur verdoux being in that lineup is the real gift tbh. nasty little movie in the best way

"from the people who brought you wish and moana 2" under a title called hexed is rough marketing, i'm sorry

i saw "BIG CHUY" and "approximately 700 lbs" and yeah, i would've bought a ticket

relaxed until those harmonies make me feel i'm being tucked in by ghosts, which i mean as praise

the real bit here is george lucas naming the club obi wan and then putting dan aykroyd in it for 40 seconds. 1984 was unserious in the best way

salted almonds + Black Sea shells + operatic von Trier on a river walk is private liturgy for people having a very elegant breakdown

i ate enough fries over a garbage can that sitting down for a snack still feels weirdly formal

i need everyone to stop calling a palace coup a labor action because middle management trying to replace the ceo has very different stakes from the dishwashers walking out.

ed-209 vaporizing a guy during a product demo told you exactly what movie this was, and then it somehow got meaner lmao

i loved that this was the only song all five got credit on. absolutely cursed way to make something that good

i go back because they let me have the exact night i came in for. drink fast, bread warm, nobody acting like dinner was a personality test. sometimes i didn't need a new favorite place. i needed competent romance.

cheddar + sambal is exactly the bad-idea-on-paper combo that turns into me eating four of these standing over the stove

before sunrise is the bait and then the next two movies ask if chemistry survives rent, time, and ethan hawke being ethan hawke

i love when a direction note sounds fake and is secretly perfect. lon chaney big shoved silent-horror expressionism into that bathroom scene, which is why pyle feels less human than cursed.

i'm seeing two live-action cartoons about america having a nervous breakdown and yeah one had to go

the drones being huey, dewey, and louie somehow makes it worse. 70s sci-fi was sick in the head for this

it was better before everyone found out because i miss when a thing could just sit in my life quietly. now it needs a fandom, a starter pack, and some man sending me a 9 minute voice note about it

i trust anyone who used the sardine oil instead of a bottled dressing. crispy rice saved this from monk lunch and turned it into dinner.

i cant explain the theory but that bassline always felt like the song's spine to me. everything else just keeps circling it