Yeah, it’s like Rudy. If Rudy wanted poor people to die.

Everything, lately, has become a signifier of everything else. Which, on one hand, is something (as a somewhat paranoia-prone pot smoking liberal arts major) I relate to, and on the other hand is something that is just exhausting to do everyday, for every goddamned thing.

Whose head, for that matter.

I couldn’t make “shit” work, but, meaning aside, I was able to make “retarded” sound roughly like Hank’s “asinine”, which was pretty hilarious.

I was watching ... something. I forget what. But basically it was about cyber attacks, interviewing a lot of experts. One of the more disquieting things was that nobody has really figured out when a hack/virus really would constitute an “act of war”; like, when we were sabotaging the Iranian nuclear program we did so…

You may slander any public person you want, but I won’t hear a word against Kinja!

Arrogant, that’s exactly the right word! And it was always such a marked contrast to the amateurs/volunteers, who (mostly) were pretty cheerful and kinda delighted by the novelty of it all.

That was also my experience!

Also worked at a theatrical store for years.

That was a joke.

Charlie Rose, at least on his PBS show, has been ... eager might not be the right word, but comfortable, at least, in trying to treat the Trump presidency as business as normal, or at least normal-adjacent.

That was my reaction too, and I’m a basement dwelling weirdo with lots of sympathy for oversensitive gay liberals. (Is that what people mean when they talk about intersectionality?)

J.J. Abrams: the directorial equivalent of that decent cover band that always plays Saturday nights at that one bar downtown you never go to but I mean, it’s probably fine, right? I mean it always seems busy but there’s no real personality and everybody looks like they’re in an ad for watches or medicine or…

Of the many fascinating, new things I am experiencing under Trump is how time feels like it’s moving simultaneously too fast and achingly, cruelly slow. Like all all of human history has somehow been compressed into an episode of Real Housewives.

So say we all.

That’s depressing but not surprising.

I was an easily terrified kid, but I loved this movie. (Last Unicorn too.) I can’t explain that.

Don't you forget about me
Don't don't don't don't
Don't you forget about me

Jesus Christ, that is just… babytown frolics.

Truly, the arc of the moral universe is long, but it does bend towards greedy assholes every so often paying for being greedy assholes.