Me too. My dad lost a reusable water bottle on the Uncle Tom Trail near Yellowstone Falls when it fell off the platform at one of the stair landings, and I was afraid to lose stuff off high places after that.

Reminds me of George Carlin’s retelling of people answering the phone with “Fuck Hoover.”

Hey! It’s the March of the Gay Parade—

Picture a geeky woman in her 30s who uses “Oh Gingersnaps!” as an interjection and hums “The Battle Hymn of the Republic” too much. My wife and I volunteered at a warming hut with her for a ski weekend. One night, while finishing off a Bota Box, she said, with much enunciation: “This is what the young people call…

I went to USC for grad school. During that time, a friend of mine sneaked onto the State House grounds and put a strap-on on the Strom Thurmond statue.

Late at night is when he/she/it comes out. I’m sure you know what I’m talkin’ about.

This reminds me of a contraption I saw in Tim Hawkinson’s Whitney exhibition back in 2005. It was an old wooden desk with a wooden disc covered in nails and wire that, when rotated by a simple motor, moved a pen over a continuously feeding roll of paper, slowly scrawling the artist’s signature before chopping the…

Not if library budgets are gutted, I suspect.

DreamWorks’ The Boss Baby, starring Alec Baldwin. In theatres now!

My younger brother roughly storyboarded a short film version of “For Science” as a teenager.

Sorry for all the collateral damage to the people who couldn’t afford to leave the coast…but c’mon, poetic justice!

I recently saw a cereal box promotional tie-in for The Boss Baby, and I immediately thought the title character bore a resemblance to our chief executive. He’s a baby who thinks he’s a boss! And he’s blond and has a smug smirk!

I started seething at the audio of Trump placing the blame for the bill’s failure on the lack of Democratic votes. Your own majority party couldn’t secure a coalition. As Mike the Cleaner might say, all this is on you.

Given Merritt’s use of overarching themes in The Magnetic Fields’ no-synths trilogy, an album in which all the song titles are emoji does not seem implausible.

I think that was posted on here several years ago—if not a supercut, a collection of GIFs.

Hey, I see one of our own in that Twitter parade!

I got an LIS job in a state office. The office does get federal funding, though. Still, you may consider looking for governmental archives jobs, which seem fairly stable (in my desk chair analysis, at least).

Anyone have Oliver Wendell Jones’s number?

I thought you meant a cheeseburger could be President. Which, y’know, isn’t totally implausible.

…Boo. This will exist. Probably.