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All roads lead to me getting weirdly into Prog.

Executive Order Requiring Mrs. Alito and Thomas to Fuck Trump Rejected 7-2 by Supreme Court.

God bless high school jazz bands for turning out generation after generation of weirdos who with strong "Glenn Miller v. Benny Goodman" opinions.

I'm in a required corporate online data privacy meeting, and the speaker just brought up the holocaust as the most famous data privacy violation.

People on both sides of the aisle can come together and agree that NYTimes White Guys who describe themselves as Whigs are the worst.

Thinking of going to therapy, talking about how awesome everything is and refusing to acknowledge that anything is wrong as my therapist gets increasingly concerned.

The fact that Trump called off nuking Iran for two weeks suggests he's using an Agile framework and we can expect that this user story will get pushed to the next sprint indefinitely. I feel a little safer.

I can't point to any serious analysis that supports this, but I am certain that a lot of the world's problems are due to the fact that the leaders of China, India, America and Russia are 72, 75, 79 and 73, respectively.

My problem with Bluesky is that I don't get enough racist manbloggers or pornbots here. Is there a better app for that?

Some people call me the gangster of love. I really wish they'd stop, as the nickname doesn't fit my personality at all.

Damn. I just got a craving for pumpkin pie, and was devastated that I have to wait 7 months.

Thinking of starting LinkedOut, an anonymous social network where people complain about bullshit 7 AM meetings, mock their company's stupid growth plans and brag about stealing stationary. DM me if you have seed money and can also do all the work.

This erases important companies like Uber, AirBNB and Amazon whose major innovations were some variant of "what if we didn't pay workers, ignored taxes and violated local regulations to undercut brick and mortar competitors?"

Not a lot of people know that the phrase "break a leg" dates all the way to last century's "Showgirls" movie in which Nomi Malone pushes the lead, Cristal Connors, down a set of stairs, breaking Connors' leg and securing the lead role for Malone.

2008 me reading the "from when Republicans had some scruples" Dick Cheney eulogies.

Before living through a (possible) authoritarian takeover, I didn't realize that the bootlickers don't think they're bootlickers. They all think they're on the inside, part of the Herrenvolk. They genuinely don't get that they're just next on the list to get fucked over by their Nihilist leader.

People claiming that Trump is our first "Weekend at Bernie's" president need to get real. This totally happened before with Woodrow Wilson.

People say capitalism allocates resources efficiently, and yet there are no Peeps that look like Arnold from T2 so that he could give you an affirming thumbs up as he sinks into your cocoa.

Pretty sure that if John Lennon were alive today, he'd be all MAGA and I'd have to stop listening to Rubber Soul.

Half-joke that I haven't quite cracked yet: "So many of these Libs yelling 'No Kings' were the same one yelling 'yass, Queen!' Well, which is it, people?!"

Christianity will only be a real religion when it produces a band as good as The Hives. www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uz1J...

@jamellebouie.net and Chris Cuomo should start a podcast about corruption called "Bouie Cuomo?" just for the Latin pun.

Dog snoring: OMG! He's so cute. I bet he's dreaming about squirrels. Human snoring: I will elbow you until I break a rib.

Really looking forward to Republicans arguing that an increase in the unemployment rate doesn't count if it's government jobs being lost.

Mrs. Supernova and I don't recognize Valentine's Day, thank you very much. We disappoint each other 365 days a year.

Sooner or later everyone here has to admit: it would be super funny if we went to war with Denmark.

Waking up before midnight on New Year's Eve and thinking it's time to shower and get packed is peak middle-aged parent.

Shout out to Supermarket Egg Nog: facilitating all day boozy milkshakes like a boss.

Today I woke up, took a 3-hour train ride to Chicago, had a huge barbecue lunch at work, got the meat sweats and took the train back. And I just got to say, I love my country.

Live your life such that if you're assassinated, random strangers don't post this meme.

Next election I'm voting for whomever forces serialized Podcasts to finish their storylines instead of devolving into increasingly inane mysteries like low budget "Lost."

You think the Tooth Fairy has a Wario?