Wasn’t it even worse than that? Like, it’s just bagged juice and the whole machine is a farce that just pretends to fresh-press the juice.

I’d skip the ASOS blazer. I love them for anything that drapes or flows — but anything structured always turns out to be a messy disaster.

Oh man. This happened to me the other day. The elusive name was “Paul Bunyan.”

Two thoughts.

If you like this, you’d love reading about the Silver Chain swingers club from the early 70s in Minneapolis-St. Paul. It was well organized & documented (it had a newsletter!) but they stored all the docs in a safety deposit box that was turned over to the Minnesota Historical Society, so it’s now all archived for…

I watched the Academy Awards this year. A lot of mistakes were made. When Nomadland was announced as Best Picture, I turned it off. (One, I thought the show was over & two, it was a terrible movie. Just awful.)

Have you been to the MOA lately? It was my go-to mall when I lived off of Hiawatha about ten years ago—simply because it was the closest. And at the time, yeah, it was kind of sad. After I moved out to the ‘burbs, I don’t think I went back for several years.

I will if Pat Field is on board with the costumes. As much as I loved seeing her dress “Emily in Paris” as a complete nincompoop, her work on Sex and the City was unparalleled.

I’m with you. My sibs and I all had smash cakes. My brother (40) had cookie monster, I (39) had big bird, and my sisters (35, twins) had little lambs.

You’re completely right. We all remember the disasters:

Cold take from a cold soul. 

Nomadland was a terrible film. They used authentic nomadic workers for a lot of the cast and the contrast was impossible to ignore. The actors looked completely idiotic — like rich folks attending povo fantasy camp.

No! Not Alber Elbaz!

I just had a “beautiful mind” moment and know what is to come. Kristin “Secret Bangs” Cavallari will somehow become our First Lady in 2036.

Dammit. I thought Noah Cyrus was teaming up with PJ Harvey for a second there. That would’ve been interesting. 

I’m in the suburbs & I could hear my neighbor yell, “FUCK YEAH!!” It made me smile.

Johnson & Johnson here. The shot barely registered for me. But DAMN was my arm sore for the next few days. 

I’m sorry I don’t have any sources...but I’ll power through.

I hate wearing a mask. I always do it whenever I leave the house, but I HATE it. Covering my nose and mouth induces such a visceral panic that I can’t imagine it becoming my new normal when things become safe again. If they become safe again. 

No we’re not. How dare you.