Christ, they’re not Cabbage Patch dolls. (Cool service, but just call it a build sheet.)
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Really not a fan of Perez Hilton but hoping he gets the help he needs. How’s this for a flashback? I recall explaining to him something like 25 years ago that a celebrity’s Ferrari on a flatbed was almost certainly being taken to be serviced—not being repossessed.
Meanwhile I’ve almost never felt as betrayed as when I learned ‘Rock & Roll Band’ was a wholly invented narrative. Runner-up: ‘My Sister’ by Juliana Hatfield
You’ve all seen my highly tangential mind in action. So, it will not surprise you that listening to ‘Overkill’ by Men at Work led only a couple tangents later to shuddering at the thought of Jackie Stallone. Who had one of the most toxic energies I’ve ever experienced.
Re: that @lcooley@mastodon.green boost, the niche knowledge most viewers won’t notice but makes you crazy, it’s like for me when there’s something wrong about a car used in film or TV. My head nearly exploded when THE CROWN cast a 1977 Lincoln in a 1968 scene.
Montezooma’s Revenge was the first rollercoaster I ever recalling working up my nerve to ride when I was a kid. Very basic concept. Ran in a straight line: Launched forward through a loop and up a ramp, then backward down the ramp and through the loop. My nostalgic streak is happy it’s living on.
This is a shot from a new LA Times interview with Susanna Hoffs. For the last few decades I've marveled at how she never looks anywhere close to her age without ever seeming like she's trying. She is 67 years old here. (One of those times I think amazing genes + good work = jackpot)
RE: https://oldfriends.live/@paul/117038568731559393 Haha this is less rude than my method of peppering my demand for a real person with four-letter words.
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Gonna give some context here for an amusing-to-me memory sparked by this description of Atherton, where I lived during the COVID lockdown—and where, all of a sudden, everyone was strolling because there wasn’t anything else to do. NB: It was developed before […] [Original post on mstdn.social]
If I had that kind of money I’d pay it in an instant. I’ve lusted after that specific Zagato in that specific green since you could count my age with the fingers on one hand.
It’s here to stay—and I’m gonna have to let it go—but I still can’t not cringe every time someone refers to a house as a ‘forever home.’
Always icky to think Trump is gonna be in town. Though the locations he’s choosing lately seem very revealing. To wit: He plans to trumpet all the good he’s doing for the working people in the ritziest part of town at the far west end of the valley—where it’s […] [Original post on mstdn.social]
Re: that last boost. I fucking loved MySpace and really miss profile songs. Recalling the concerned note from an older cousin when the song I had on autoplay was ‘Circle Circle Dot Dot’—she wrote: ‘You DO know potential employers can see this?’ https://youtu.be/Ye9VY3IiEKk
I’m inclined to think the Ellisons couldn’t care less if CBS News implodes. Wouldn’t surprise me if Bari Weiss’s mandates have nothing to do with best practices. Rather: Kneecap serious journalism, undermine trust in mainstream media and propagandize whatever audience remains à la Sinclair. Or […]
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Even when it’s pretty hot, I’ll debate putting the top down. Today not so much.
Context for this family chat: I’ve lived in Newport Beach—on and off—for around a fourth of my lifetime. And if you’re not familiar with the place, my brother explains in his response why it’s such a fakakta statement.
I'd say it's hard to believe we're all in our 50s now...but my younger brother's very era-specific haircut makes it pretty easy to believe this was that long ago haha.
‘Who comes to a funeral as Jesus?’ Still cracking up at a cousin complaining about his son’s stylishly wild hair and beard plus Birkenstocks.
They didn’t want to be quote-tweeted but I wanted emphatically to endorse this take—I’ve never, anywhere I’ve ever been, encountered such demonstrative friendliness from virtually every person I encountered. Driving all over out near Essaouira, for instance, we […] [Original post on mstdn.social]
Oh, that’ll be useful. A lot of incompetents and sycophants advising the moron in chief on a resolution for what might be the most spectacularly idiotic unforced error in the history of American foreign policy.
An interesting article. Partly because I’ve never had that mania for playacting ‘authenticity.’ Don’t get me wrong—I love to explore, always get to know a place with long, aimless rambles, and seek out local cuisines. But I also love hotels, want to see what’s drawn visitors for centuries and […]
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The main reason walking home at 9 PM is really quite pleasant even though it’s still 98 F is that humidity is only 6%. (Contributing factors: a nice breeze and no sun beating down on a landscape with precious little shade.)
Almost nothing delights me as much as playing against type. Renée Fleming singing bluegrass? SIGN ME UP https://www.npr.org/2026/07/30/g-s1-132179/renee-fleming-bela-fleck-tiny-desk-concert
"We've trained our LLM on Stormfront and the Turner Diaries. Viewpoint diversity is so important."
This Meta/Newsmax deal is so humiliating for Meta. You'd have to subpoena me to get me to admit I used a data source like that, and even then I'd file at least one motion to quash. I assume this is actually a performance of pro-fascism fealty for Trump, aka "viewpoint diversity."
I’m sometimes shocked when remarketing is so profoundly decoupled from everything a brand should know about me. Yes, I clicked on these trunks. But they are available only in a 40 waist when I never purchase anything but medium or 34.
I recall being told as a kid in the ‘70s that Mercedes-Benz handle design—like my 1973 450 SLC—was a safety feature: Doors could be pulled open by rescuers. Being conscious of this is why Tesla-style designs have always made me nervous—that’s even before all the electronic nonsense.