(Thank God I Died in) The Car Crash.

I watched Netflix’ I Think You Should Leave. Far too many one-joke “irrational man takes position, digs in, gets angry, and doesn’t let go” sketches. But hidden in there were some gems.  

You misspelled “Madonna.”

China saved SAAB?  Where would I go to buy a new one?

“THREE LOINS IN THE FOUNTAIN!”

Leave these kids the fuck alone. Shaming a 19 year old because of her shitty parents is unconscionable. 

He’s going to feel so stupid when he finds out god is dead.

Because they’re unnecessary. The magic of the first one will never be replicated. Especially not after the passage of 30 years. 

Or, you could give up meat and still eat what you want and call it whatever you want. Why do you care?

Say what you will but I’m a sucker for a nice vacuous hellscape. 

Thanks for the warning. 

The look is killed with that pillar.  There’s no point to this.

I’d want the regular Taycan.  I wonder how long the wait would be if you put down a  deposit now.  

What are people going to think when the Taycan is released?

I watched The Ballad of Buster Scruggs yesterday. I’m so torn I’m going to watch it again.

Come on now, you show me a man who says he hasn’t dabbled in a little light stabbing and I’ll tell you that man is a liar.

Yes?  Oh, sorry, I thought you were talking to me.

Ah, I mean I moved here 10 months ago, permanently. Most of my daughter’s events have been school-friends’ parties and get togethers, with other married parents. Yeah, I should go to more public events outside of this social circle.

Thanks for the consideration, I’m in the Bay Area, though.  And yeah, I do just need to give it time, hard as that seems.

Mary Todd Lincoln