People forget that King lived in a house that was fucking full of guns. The man preached peace, but he knew (more than most, I’d imagine) that Black folks cannot count on White folks when the latter is called upon to defend (or even respect) the rights of the former.

My yoga class has this elderly woman in it; she’s your image of your grandma and has to sit in the front row because she’s a bit hard of hearing. But I’ll be damned: every time our instructor decides to throw in a little challenge by doing a unit on Crow Pose, that woman rolls right into it like it’s nothing and just…

Addendum: there was an article somewhere within the Gawker Media constellation a few months back that presented the users’ choice for the best yoga mat. It looked really good, but now I can’t find it and the search engine is pretty useless when everything is hidden in sub-blogs.

Did you watch the video? It’s not a weight-loss ad. It’s an explicit and deliberate parody of those kinds of Youtube videos and makes the same point I keep trying to make: that life is a journey, that things get better and that setting yourself the goal of “being happy” or “meeting someone” is mostly self-defeating,…

You guys, I’m usually so good at getting up early and going on a run and was all set to run to yoga today (PSA: tomorrow is International Yoga Day; lots of studios are offering free sessions, so drop in!), but my flatmate had her stupid boyfriend over last night, and he’s a loud jackrabbit in bed and the walls are…

Am I the only one who read “New Donk City” and first thought of the film New Jack City rather than “York”? And now I wonder if they hid Chris Rock analogue (side-discussion: which Super Mario background character would most appropriately represent NJC Chris Rock?) sobbing and shooting up mushrooms in a back alley…

Late to the party, I guess. I suppose I’ll make up for it in length.

I knew a rich asshole in my field who was raised by nannies in New Jersey, went to one of those pretentious boys’ schools for the American arriviste nobility, and I shit you not, this guy who had never left the country before I met him spoke with a put-on English accent.

I stopped having anything to do with 9gag when, during the BLM protests, their feed kept filling up with screencaps from the Planet of the Apes movie and “memes” about “get it??? Because black folks are just like monkeys HAR HAR.” They had some shit worth a chuckle every now and then, but mostly the site was overrun…

1) core out a head of lettuce. Pump full of meat paste.

Ohshit, no I wasn’t talking about those deep-state people. I meant more like the various alt-[acronym] twitter accounts and the accountants who are building up the RICO case and the ones at the FBI and the NSA who are building up the cases there. The good ones, which I admit is not all of them, are good people—and at…

The only party snacks worth your time are the ones presented by 70s Dinner Party.

I’m reminded of this excellent quote from Lemony Snicket:

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I only came here for dank “ugliest cat” jokes.

My estranged father was a divorce mediator for years and said you always knew when you’d snagged the lose thread of a deeply guilty conscience when they freaked the fuck out.

Right? Little Mike¹ was one of my favorite actors in the Lynch stable; it’s really sad to see he’s repudiated Twin Peaks (and apparently, basic human decency as well).

The generic name is “peafowl,” and there does not appear to be a consensus regarding the group name.

I’m really glad to see that the lesson Democrats are taking away from 2016 is that what cost Hillary the election was having experience.

PSA: flag and dismiss, folks. Don’t get dragged down into that white fuckery.