I just know a digestive biscuit hates to see me coming.

I hate to say it, but I think the new jumanji movies are my comfort movies. They’re terrible. I love them.

In Trees From the acclaimed author of the New York Times bestseller On Trails comes a wondrous new journey through the wilds of nature and the gnarls of his...

I heard my lovely friend @robertmoor.com talk about a book he wrote, "In Trees"—& it's terrifying that he's only getting smarter.

Have I read it yet? No. Am I excited to? Yes. Am I a little miffed that I paid $3 more than what it's running for here? Nah.

www.simonandschuster.com/books/In-Tre...

Ugh, fine. I’ll watch The Expanse again.

Sean Paul's latest live sets really show his ass about how much he fell off, though. Kinda sad to see how much life support his stage crew gives him.

Also, Jesus-Chrimbus have I forgotten how sick Nas is.

I've been writing musician previews for @gambitweekly.bsky.social for Jazz Fest and French Quarter Fest and they're shorter than usual.

It's making for a 50-word haiku-like challenge that makes you feel like you need to really nail the dismount. Very fun.

Someone needs to break up with Olivia Rodrigo—stat. Need me some good pop music.

Something I don't talk about too much on this website is my weird other job—besides journalism. I row gondolas; currently, on Lake Merritt (but have professionally in Central Park and New Orleans—Venice too, but just for funsies).

Anyway, a passenger recently gave me a $180 tip. So nice.

Jack White, Jack Black, and Marcello Hernández

Every man has had these three exact roommates

Earthquake felt in Oakland.

Damn, girl. Slow down. I thought we were taking it slow, KQED

April Fools is the humor equivalent to the adage about St. Patrick’s Day: amateur hour.

I like it when the ducks in DuckTales say “quack-a-Rooney.”

I’m ready to call Berhalter nepotism. After that? Nepotism.

Belgium/USMNT jerseys are incredibly hard to differentiate. This is why we need color theory in sporps.

Max Arfsten wins most punchable looking for usmnt.

Dear Time Machine: please send this push notification to 1989.

Can someone tell me what Glen Washington’s deal is?

Something about print media that's been frustrating to translate to non-professional writers for the paper I edit/lay out is the two phases of print editing:

1. Your writing has meaning (a very "yes and" process)
2. Your writing takes up space (a very "no, no, no" process)

Freud would be hella jealous of Zara Larsson's cunning analysis of her ego being boots.

The Adams County sheriff’s office should’ve done their homework on The Streisand Effect. Because now all I hear is afroman in my ear saying “Randy Walters is a sonofabitch.”

Pretty upset that my dog doesn’t laugh at all the funny voices and nicknames I give her. Ungrateful ass…

Very important to do a cycle of Smashing Pumpkins' "Bullet with Butterfly Wings," "1979" and "Cherub Rock" every now and then. They were cooooking back then.

I once accidentally drunk dialed Mary Robinson at 2am. A country starved the next day.

Sinners didn't win for all of the reasons you'd expect. But at the same point in time, One Battle After Another was hyped as this 'life-changing' movie. And, like, it was fun. And that's it. I don't think it was that deep.

I know that The Hunger Games movies are kinda played out at this point, but jeysus the opening sequence of the Games themselves is a masterpiece. Perfect sound design and cinematography.

Wondering how the Hamilton musical—about how cool the slave owning founders’ constitution is—is looking now that the president has been ripping through all of the holes in it.

Nothing says big man “power” to me like firing someone… completely incompetent that you put in in the first place. Just like “wow; that guy is in charge alright.”

The Fifth Element is really good for a bajillion reasons. But they did such a good job of choosing extras that look weird as hell.