What is Blue Flannel McWidestance holding? A hammer? Pry bar? Cattle prod? What the fuck?

Honestly, given the available evidence, this is just as likely an outcome as any other.

I haven’t used AeroPress, but I appreciate that the French press is equally useful for making both hot and cold brew coffee. Mine is all-metal and you could just about beat someone to death with it.

Pig is a masterclass in not telling the audience more than they absolutely need to know. I’ve gotten so sick of movies where the dialog repeats itself for the benefit of people who weren’t paying attention thirty seconds ago, or else it constantly spells out stuff that rightly ought to be conveyed by the actions of the characters. Pig is the antithesis of that. Characters hardly say anything that they don’t need to say, and everything else is left to the viewer to figure out. I fucking love it.

Electric kettle.

Bone conduction headphones.

Rechargeable head lamp.

Nice EDC knife.

Driving gloves.

A really good insulated cup.

French press.

Digital kitchen scale.

Slow cooker.

Conan the Barbarian (1982) has no right to be as good as it is. On paper, it’s a dumb sword and sorcery flick with a body builder who could barely speak English in the lead. But everyone involved does an incredible job, from the acting to the directing, to the score. It’s a crime that Destroyer trashed up the formula, and we never got Conan the King.

I usually read sci-fi / fantasy, but I’ve come to recognize that certain authors are dense, and Tolkien is one of them. Trying to read too much of Tolkien at once is like trying to eat too much rich food; you’ve got to take a break from time to time. All the annotations in the above book make the text even more dense, but it’s still interesting stuff, like the mythological origins of Gandalf, or the tiny changes Tolkien made from early editions of the book. So I want to read this, it’s not like I’m forcing myself to read some godawful textbook, but I think when I’m reading it at night, my brain gets to a point where it just goes “Ah fuck it,” and I start to nod off.

Also pretty good for this: Isaac Asimov, or Barbara Tuchman’s The Guns of August.

This right here

was my drug-free go to sleep solution for a few months. Just barely interesting enough to want to read it, but also tedious enough that I’d get maybe a page or two in before I’d be nodding off.

Peak shift principle

I cried when they canceled The Venture Brothers.

My best friends and I watched every new episode when they aired while we were in college. After I graduated we all pretty much drifted apart, but when Publick and Hammer would actually get around to putting out another season it felt like I was back in that dorm lobby on that smelly couch, watching this show on a huge rear protection TV, with a group of people that were closer to me than anyone ever before or since.

When they canceled the show it felt like there was this unicorn at the zoo, and then one day the zookeeper just went out into the enclosure, blew its brains out, shrugged, and announced “Too expensive to feed!” I was devastated.

Reason Two:

When they grow up they look like emo surfer kids.

Mmmaybe…

country mouth

Shakespeare: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Redheads not warheads

Blondes not bombs

We’re talkin’ about brunettes not fighter jets

Fans of The The in absolute shambles.

So, I literally just now learned about the Primus album you just named, but I’ve been reading the book The Rainbow Goblins that provided the cover art for the album to my kid for a few months now, and let me tell you, it is a weird fuckin’ kid’s book.

And any sufficiently depraved malice is indistinguishable from stupidity.

It can die from stress, but if you chop it in half it might just grow back as two whole starfish. It could go either way.