He's retiring to spend "Moore" (more) time with his bread!

Aww, but it's so well-manicured and cushiony!

I have likewise been resoled twice but remain comfy, so this is reassuring.

Old Bayoncé of Destiny's Chili? I love her!

I was ten!

Yeah, I've never watched a football game under my own volition ever, but I clicked on this because I find the Kaepernick kerfuffle extremely interesting, and because I knew John Teti wrote this column, so it'd be worth reading, even from an outsider's viewpoint. Teti always writes with such verve and careful thought…

Dude builds the worst castles.

*Colin Meloy takes frantic notes*

Not to mention the concept of an "ondine," a selkie-like naiad in mythology. Nice ironic juxtaposition.

Ortho "The Darkness" Stice

"…[T]hey painted a giant 'Rape Trump' mural on the U.S./Mexico border, using the kind of spray-paint that dries so fast you don’t have time to workshop your ideas a little."

In that they're diffuse but lingering and control your mind, exactly.

No, although after this, it's in my stack! Really love the operatic quality of her voice paired with the crunchy production, so I'm going to do a deep dive this weekend.

I resisted it initially, due to all of the praise, but it's just too damn solid, back-to-front, to resist for long.

Lately, I've been more cirrus that the mighty cumulonimbus to which I'm used—I can't tell if it's age or diet.

Started in on You're the Worst, which is a blast, albeit one that makes me send random texts to apologize for having some of the traits of the protagonists. Strange mix of hoary sitcom tropes and brutal writing.

Oh man, you're going to have fun with Perdido Street—really crystallizes Mieville's aesthetic into something chewy and absurd and dark.

Good luck, JP—I know that feeling, and therapy's helped a bit with my similar feelings. Knowing nothing about you but your posts, you're not a worthless piece of shit (and what happened yesterday doesn't define you, even if it upsets you—a momentary lapse of attention is human, and no one was hurt).

Mitski's Puberty 2, which is gnarly St. Vincent-esque power pop

It's 100% South Carolina in a nutshell, at the very least.