if that’s the standard we’re going with, what’s adam berkowitz doing these days?

those were some beautiful dogs though

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bish is out here demanding that jj abrams money and i am here 👏 for 👏 it 👏

to just the tiniest, most introductory extent, something actually is being taken away from us white men - the freedom to always be the default kind of person, to say whatever we want and not have anyone dare to question it. down the road, we could stand to lose our absolute advantage in every job hunt and audition and…

those lizardmen need to come get their boy in dc. his human skin-suit is starting to discolor.

i had to come back and star this post because it finally clicked why the lede image is mannequins

if they mentioned every time they did a line we’d be old and gray before they got to elton john

let’s dig into this a little further. suppose you felt that fifty thousand dollars a year was a reasonable amount to live on. you could get that much in investment income, for basically the rest of your life, by investing one million dollars. then you have fourteen million dollars left. you could give fourteen other…

quick poll of the commenters: can any of you imagine what it would be like to earn fifteen million dollars in one year?

me too! & much like ol’ benji, i also hate my job

i just find the way the chorus scans to be so discordant. it’s really taking me out of this autotuned quasi-trap pop song featuring cher as a six-breasted octopus monster diva.

whose butt is that in the background?

in addition to being mostly chowchow, our boy is some kind of shepherd because if we’re in different rooms, he gets agitated. fortunately for him, our house is comically small, so if he lays down in the hallway he can see into every room but the kitchen.

shelties are also working dogs, which means they’re very clever and very easily bored. as with a border collie, you really have to give them a job to keep them happy, or else they’ll make up their own fun, usually in ways that will be deeply inconvenient to any proximate primates.

if they’re gonna have a nearly naked widow, where’s my hanzo in a speedo?

family road trip to monument valley, i.e. the middle of nowhere in the middle of a huge desert. not another car in sight. my father drove over something, we heard a loud clunk under the car, and pretty soon the gas gauge starts to drop, precipitously. turns out we ran over a claw hammer, and did it hit hammer end up?…

i’m afraid it’s out there now. they know our plans down to the minute:

ploom is exactly right. puts me in mind of ‘white noise’.