Even if it’s not one of the “most notable” podcasts, The Neighborhood Listen was a delight this year. Granted, I could listen to Paul F. Tompkins and Nicole Parker reading a phonebook, but it’s still a treat.

I saw this on reddit yesterday, looks like it missed this article. Apparently Bethesda forgot to secure the Fallout First domain name. A very unhappy fan reasonable person scooped it up and, well, it’s a REAL GOOD READ.

His entire 80s output is deeply embarrassing, square music that’s the musical equivalent of ED. 

Lost in all of this is the fact that the Golden State Warriors once blew a 3-1 lead in the NBA Finals, the championship series in American professional basketball.

[A Mystery Man approaches]

what even is the point?

I miss Dan Bejar.

Ugh, Malcolm Gladwell bothers me so much. I’m bothered by how he considers himself to be a professional communicator of “big ideas” when in reality he’s a professional practitioner of empty rhetoric, selling tenuous and dangerous connections between things. His basic formula of taking a concept from social science or…

Group chat’s gonna be lit tonight

If you’re going to a shelter (and that should be your first choice) get a black cat or dog.  They’re always the last to be adopted, simply because people don’t like the colour.

The Bills once being Super Bowl contenders is like the Republican Party once championing black civil rights: a historical fact that seems like a myth and also something that will never, ever happen again. 

Tom Savage got knocked out in Houston and when he woke up he was in a Lions jersey.  Shaking your head yes during a seizure is consent in Texas

Yeah this looks pretty good and all, but have you seen Wacky Deli?

And they all congratulated you for giving the best blow job.

Can I piggyback on this and say I hate it when people do this about the Rockets’ championships in the 90s? “They only won because MJ was off playing baseball.” My reminder that MJ was back for the second half of the 94/95 season (averaging 31.5 ppg in the playoffs) makes no difference. Ugh, makes me wanna punch people.

In the end the Lakers Front Office would announce that July came before January, and you would have to believe it. It was inevitable that they should make that claim sooner or later: the logic of their position demanded it. Not merely the validity of experience, but the very existence of external reality, was tacitly…

Sephiroth was a sled!

See, this is what happens when you don’t book Sha Na Na.

Read A Paradise Built in Hell. People don’t turn into psychopath loners during a disaster. The structures of our fucked up society keep us apart and alienate us and make us selfish out of fear of precarity, but the second it becomes clear that the tornado or hurricane or earthquake or forest fire has cut us off from…

Marc Maron plays a detective hunting down the Joker in a quest to hear his story about the time he met Lorne.