“Be sure to check their hours as well; some dispensaries are open late, some open early, and some are closed on certain days of the week.”
Who remembers this?
I’ve been getting this...thing where the page doesn’t load quite right and the result is a mess like this.
My other present irritant is ending sentences with “...my dude.”
It’s Memorial Day weekend, for Christ’s sakes. Can’t you do better than a Fidget Spinner and two maybe-nonexistent nail files?
“Behind the rainbows, behind the love slogans, there is a faction. They might only be a fringe, but they are incredibly active and toxic, this is not just a US thing. And they will not cease until all ‘normies’ obey and worship them.”
This man cannot swear. He does not have the ear for it.
Also: Why does Jezebel employ Rich Juzwiak?
I was reading this thing about Aimee Mann’s new album, Mental Illness, and she talks about how she said the hell with being careful and balanced and went ahead and made “the saddest, slowest, most acoustic, if-they’re-all-waltzes-so-be-it record.” Then she listed her favorite top 10 sad songs.
About Bobby’s “Property Brothers” post.
(Comment in response to the question “Who is Remy Ma?”)
Yes, this is one way you “know” your opinion is correct: Make up a fantasy, with names dropped to show off your erudition, and then agree that it happened.
So: This. It’s gotta be the third version of “Gawker Media’s Super-Duper Investigative Unit That Will Rip the Lid off of Various Things!” Same promises, same usual suspects—John Cook and Alex Pareene and JK Trotter, etc. What will we see this time, beyond Trotter’s every-three-month dispatch titled something like “I…