Cream is stored in the eclairs.

The only thing that interferes with this metaphor is that most people agree slot machines must be capable of actually doing what the manufacturers claim they can, and they have to let someone win once in a while.

Sluggo is lit.

Weird Al’s film UHF.

In a just universe it’d have made a ton of money, spawned sequels, and set Al up as just as successful a screen performer as he is a musical performer. As is it flopped in theaters, but gained a well-justified cult following on home video afterward.

The person in the photo is Abigail Roscoe.

Source video

The Discworld novel about a newspaper is called The Truth.

I tried watching a bit of that, but I didn’t really like it. (This screenname predates that show.)

*Hard out there for a man.

The author is John Paul Brammer, from his piece “The Most Unlovable Man in New York City.”

Archived copy of source, because fuck giving that nazi bar Substack any clicks.

I will not settle for iron that has been forged, I demand the genuine article.

But I like blowing the whistle on Nixon’s role in Watergate.

Ohh, this comment section is gonna be good. 🍿

On long drives, the alphabet game. Just watch out the window for signs, license plates, and other stuff outside the vehicle that has text, and see how quickly you can get through the entire alphabet in order.

(Passengers in a vehicle can safely play this, the driver shouldn’t.)

I use my own domains, so I create alias addresses as I need them and I can just as easily delete them.

I have my email client sort incoming stuff into folders by those addresses to keep all shopping spam separate from my actual communication.

I also went right to work after high school. Some of my jobs were dead-end as recently as 2020, but I found better work in which I can flourish. I’m also in a wonderful relationship and got married, in my 40s, to someone I met after a long time alone and a long-term abusive partner before that.

Things can get better.

(I’m a city-dweller who will probably never own a home, though. Fuck real estate prices, but at least my apartment isn’t bad at all.)

All we had to do was follow the damn train, CJ!

And if so, what skin color does the driver have?

Mix in a tin of sardines, anchovies, salmon, and/or any other canned fishy thing for extra seafoodiness.

The idea is you have the hamburger already, and you get this to help it be more stuff.