bourgeoismiddleman
bourgeoismiddleman
bourgeoismiddleman

Legitimately, if you spend $50 on a steak at a restaurant, it’s going to be better than The Sizzler. The cooks in back at a high-end steakhouse are fucking pros that will prepare it perfectly. If you someday have enough cash laying around to splurge you won’t regret it.  

Holy shit the Lobo II. I just had one of those Ratatouille nostalgia moments from that picture.  

Two spots in northern California:

It’s a coincidence you mention Maltese Falcon because I just finished reading the book a second time.  I had missed in the movie and the first time I read the book that Cairo and the stooge were gay, but it clicked this time. I think if I were taking a literature class I could drag a mid-semester paper out of the

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I have NBC on during breakfast and before dinner most days. All I know about This Is Us is that everyone is upset all the time. I’m good, I don’t need to know more.

I miss it in California, and man do people think I’m weird for suggesting it (kind of like cinnamon rolls and a bowl of chili; nobody gets it). I miss the delicate technique of pulling the slice off the pie with the chip layer intact.

One of the minor mysteries of the world is Trump and teetotaling.  Is that just another lie? Is that one of the few true things about him? He contradicts his no-drinking attitude all the time.  I suppose I’ll never know, because I don’t want to think about him any more.

I was at a JC Pennys or something waiting as my then-wife tried on shoes. This was pre-smartphone so I was just people watching. Two kids were doing the same thing, Sister about 7, brother about 5. Brother is currently eating a silicone packet like candy. Sister says, “You shouldn’t eat that.” “Why?” he replies.

I am vaguely nauseated.

I have a friend that is really protective of their signature recipe. They moved to Australia a few years ago and so I asked for the recipe since, you know, different hemisphere. Nope!

I’ve known a few local celebrities, like radio DJs and such and there’s something about a show business ego that makes them really enjoy memorabilia of their own work. I’m not fully convinced it’s just common narcissism either, I think they really just like to remember successful performances/events (which I suppose

He’s even got a full-face helmet on, so yeah. I’m choosing to interpret the silly hat to be the beanie in the other pictures, even though I hope that’s not silly because I’m wearing basically the same hat right now.

I put “God Damn It You’ve Got To Be Kind” on a piece of posterboard for a Planned Parenthood counter-protest a few years ago, and I got singled out by the roaming fundamentalist provocateur.  He seemed to not understand why that was my message.

It’s weirdly insidious. It kind of starts as a challenge to young men for them to show how evolved they are. Which makes them feel superior, then that superiority gets focused on who they are superior to, etc, etc.

I am basically the same as the kid on the left of the header, and my brother is the kid on the right. Before we got a NES, we had an Apple IIC with a supply of pirated games (in recent years I’ve been really curious where my dad got the hookup for all those floppies in rural Iowa). We were almost encouraged to play

I figure the people in charge of new dollar bill designs don’t have a lot of input with the COVID/White Terrorist/Russian Hack/Impeachment crews. “Hey Joe! Tubman?” “Yep! Keep me posted.” “OK, talk to you for next week’s meeting.”

Uno is basically the perfect game, as long as you can trash talk the other players.  

The arc of Theoden’s central dilemma, “Is this it? Is this my legacy?” makes a lot more sense when I’m 20 years older. It is sold so well by Hill’s performance.

I really hate that I’m a churro snob; I just find the mass-market churros kind of boring and way too bready. Taqueria churros are a completely different pastry than Costco and Disneyland churros. Don’t even get me started on Churreria el Moro in Mexico City - that place ruined me.