Heh. I haven’t actually eaten at a Waffle House in ages, but the novelty of a Waffle House food truck is pretty delightful.

I saw a Waffle House food truck yesterday on 575 during my afternoon commute (live in Vinings, work in Woodstock), and I’m pretty sure that will be the highlight of my December.

I’ll bet you don’t even own a television!

Heh. I still have my high school’s Earth Day 1992 t-shirt. We might not have actually gotten much done, but we were sure as hell trying. 

I clicked on the trailer, thinking, “Hey, I liked the first movie, so this one should be fun.” And then Gillian Gilbert’s synth snuck in, and BOOM. I am SOLD. 

Since the Mr. Robot universe is likely as tribalistic and fragmented as ours, I’m really curious how the hardcore pro-billionaire right wing would react to such large-scale wealth redistribution, especially when it lands directly in their bank accounts instead of “some pipe dream that those damn pinko libtards keep…

On a similar note, maybe I wasn’t paying enough attention, but the transition from the end of this episode to the start of 3.07 was quite jarring.

Was it actually filmed in New York? I see the location stamp at the end of the credits, but the sets do have that Disney-fied look of shows that were actually shot on LA backlots.

No, but it was during the 1996 Olympics.

Or cycle your life away like Daniel Kaluuya in that episode of Black Mirror!

I’ve started making breakfast empanadas, and I gotta say that those $3 twelve-packs of frozen Goya puff pastry discos work just as well as the few times I’ve made the dough myself.

Yeah, I remember the horror when I found out how many calories and carbs are in even a “lowfat” frapp. Now I only order skinny vanilla lattes. (19g carbs and 100 calories.)

I’m fondest of the Penzey’s mint hot chocolate mix, in part because it because it gives me a nice little progressive buzz, but mostly because it’s darn good.

I also get unreasonably annoyed by people who put the question mark before the exclamation point. 

Heh. Gen X’er, but point taken. 

That’s an excellent way to describe it. There are so many shows from the past twenty years (like, say, Breaking Bad and The Wire) where I could deeply appreciate them on a literary and artistic level, but I had absolutely no emotional connection to the characters or the show as a whole. I was the same way with Mad Men…

Hmm. Now I’m curious. I auto-downloaded this week’s episode of The Good Place: The Podcast (William Jackson Harper is the guest!), but I only got to listen to about 10 minutes before arriving at work this morning. The show notes say, “[Eric Kissack, the editor who’s also guesting] reveals a great Easter egg from…

A few years ago, my sister invited some friends to our big family meal. They were recent transfers from England, and this was their first American Thanksgiving. They were kind of amazed by everything, but they were absolutely astonished — and delighted — by green bean casserole.

As I become An Old, I appreciate these jokes more and more. Thank you so very much. 

I think it’s also laziness. I’ve heard “THE Ukraine” in multiple progressive places like, say, Maddow’s show (though not by RM herself) and the Crooked Media podcasts. The other day, someone on a podcast kept using “Nunes” with the tilde — “Noon-yezz” — instead of how Devin himself pronounces it, as “Noon-ezz”, even…