Successful man.  What must it be like to have a job that fits you so well, and that you’re so good at, you’re still happily doing it in your 90s? I mean, I really like my job and believe in it, but it kicks my ass and if retirement is still a thing when I’m retirement age, I’m the fuck out of there.

Hey, these a-celebrity-did-something-nice-and/or-terrible-15-years-ago pieces are important. They bolster my sense of self-worth in a way that is completely organic and has nothing to do with algorithms and demographic targeting. I click therefore I am, dammit!

Had an amazing strawberry danish for breakfast.  Little bakery down the street.  Actually it’s a technically a Jewish deli but they’re only really good as a bakery.  Regardless it was fantastic.  HOPE EVERYONE’S HAVING A GREAT MORNING!!!!!!!

YOU ARE CORRECT!!!

Well, I have to say this casting is...pretty wild.

Animal abuse sex dolls are presumably quite the niche market.  Hollyweird, amirite?!? 

“Oh god...”

“You’re upset!  YOU’RE NOT THAT UPSET!!”  

The fundamental truth of geekdom is that there’s always a bigger fish and after a certain point you probably don’t want to be that fish.  Ride on.  #addisonstop

Let’s just hope merchandise associated with the project includes some fuckin’ t-shirts.  

I approve of your nerd level on this topic.  Also, Chicago Transit Authority? 

Someone ought to bottle and market internet provocation dopamine. It’s like heroin except it makes you into a much worse human being.

Blue Origin bought a bunch of greeting cards I designed because they wanted to put local artists’ stuff in their spaceships. Didn’t contact me about it or anything, just stopped by a vendor in the city where the company is based. But, hey, space.

I like him establishing the baseline: “Remember when you were with the Beatles?”

Probably wouldn’t have worked as well, but Borgnine did look like a Ferengi, and YOU HAVE TO ADMIT that makes a certain amount of sense.

Putting in a word for The Wild, The Innocent & the E-Street Shuffle.  There.  That’s my word.  

If meat is your thing, I really think filet mignon is a better dinner. For lunch it’s all about the poke. On rice with a little edamame?  Come.  On.  This is a not a Sonic Youth metaphor by the way.  

“What. Are you doing. Now? Or shall I ask what have you evooolved into now?”

Start out with a basic hero’s journey story complete with missing parents and an aged mentor, expand it in a way that emphasizes moral ambiguity and a fundamentally unhappy ending, then backtrack by slightly reworking the big conflict of the first story in the name of cuddly, risk-adverse crowd pleasing while tying up…