This remains the greatest weed song!

How much money do you wanna bet there's a poem in this collection called "My Friend Phil?"

He deserves a star for his role in Busta Rhymes music videos alone.

This post is why I could never run for congress:

Such a jam

Pancake's soooooo good.

Give her the Nobel.

Processing: How Erin Somers Wrote The Ten Year Affair The author on comic writing, reading drafts aloud, and being "lower than a worm" while writing

"My agent in particular was like, There must be sex in this novel. Please put sex in this novel!'"

I talked to @somers.bsky.social about comic novels, writing "like a worm," and her new novel THE TEN YEAR AFFAIR (out today!) countercraft.substack.com/p/processing...

Every time I hear "burrata" I'll think of this.
Incredible story.

For Brad’s very cool and fun PTA series I wrote a little appreciation of—what else—INHERENT VICE

GO GIANTS

[Patriotically] Go Mets.

we should all build these and sell our 'smartphones' for scrap

Thanks so much for your kind words, Nitish! That song remains one of my favorites in the world.

I'm getting increasingly tickled by a colleague who insists on saying "what occurred" instead of "what happened" on a zoom call. Great choice, pal.

Everything about this is just incredible: the face bleeding off the right side of the cover when the title is "Dead Center," the intro by Saban, etc. It's...wow.

OH NO

The orcs burst into the writer's office before he could finish.

I want to read the Mary Robison Giants novel so badly

I think it is our duty to egg his house.

On this day, I find myself pondering an important question: which American writer will be the first to do the Griddy on the way to podium after winning a major award?

Wait a minute, is baseball...back?

I woke up everyone in the house. Just unbelievable.

We must've been standing next to each other with our arms crossed.

Wish they had a "Louie Louie" cover.

Still open to getting matching tats of that weird saxophone plane from Barry Hannah's Airships with literally anyone.

How many glasses are we at now, Tom? Give us the count.

Cracking myself up by texting, "How about that Sabrina Carpenter?" to everyone in my contacts.

Awful time to be alive but truly an amazing time to be a hater