I posted this somewhere else but decided to move it here:

that’s not a Kennedy, but rather an unholy union of Sean Penn and David Duchovny wearing Jonathan Franzen’s favorite shirt

Gwyneth and Brad are getting married in the Hamptons.

Hah. The other day I was watching early seasons of The Walking Dead to escape from the darker reality of my own.

Amazing how quickly I can go from thinking “Ahh, Kevin McHale, I always liked him” to “Fuck that guy!” after learning he’s a Trump supporter. Trump ruins everything he touches.

There’s that old Gawker feeling.

The irony of her dining at a “Mexican” restaurant is mind-blowing.

Seriously, get Katie Couric in there to sort this shit out like she did with Palin.

I keep feeling really baffled that Anthony Bourdain isn’t in this world anymore — no more tweets or books or episodes to pop into my day. It makes me so sad, especially because a lot of my friends and family struggle with depression and suicidal ideation. I hope they hold on.

You should have waited a year and taken your kids to watch the joint Russian/North Korean military parade down Pennsylvania Ave.

“He had plenty of famous friends, but the way he treated the less famous people spoke volumes about him, I think”

I was doing OK with this until I read that Eric Ripert was the one who found him. That hurts a lot; you could see they had a really genuine affection for each other, and I feel so terrible for Eric.

I’m more than a little surprised at how much Anthony’s death is affecting me. I knew I was a huge fan of his, and my wife jokes about my crush on him whenever we watch Parts Unknown, but I’ve been going back to all the news sites, looking for the articles that help me figure out why I’m so sad at my desk.

He was more than a chef - he was a cook.

This one, this celebrity death, this one will hit me harder than any of them.

I hope that when I am 70 I keep my tits in my shirt and don’t look like an ex-boxer around the face.

This is less for Trump and more directly for our media to stop spewing the same both sides shit. By putting what he said in writing on their video no one can sound bite the part they want.

There is no reason to assume that Donald Trump even knows the words to the national anthem. He definitely does not know the words to “God Bless America.” Because these songs are not about him

I sweat in a 65 degree room, in the winter we keep the heat at 59 and walk around in shorts and t-shirts.