Matthew Yglesias gets some stuff right
Matthew Yglesias gets some stuff right
All the music from METALOCALYPSE
I BOUGHT THESE SUNGLASSES AND IM GONNA LIVE UP TO THEM
The whole Jerry thing makes sense when you ask yourself who would say “Sure!” to being the internet equivalent of that U2 record
The whole thing is ridiculous. Man of Constant Sorrow was a hit in the 1920s, not written for the movie in the 90s. Also, I’ll add the songs from THAT THING YOU DO to this list
Ha was just about to say this. Backdoor Lover!
From the way my parents & their friends talked, I used to think that George-Brett-style diarrhea emergencies were just a normal part of adulthood, but now I realize that most of them were just alcoholics
Take a nap, you’ll beat me I swear /
No, he just signed her with John Casablancas, who everyone including him knew was routinely raping his teen models, at 14
(Hides under a blanket in ADD)
Oh, all the time. And if I was extra social and open, it’s coupled with instense anxiety that i said or did something stupid and everyone hates me now
Man of Constant Sorrow is a very old song. It was a hit in the time the movie was set. It wasn’t created for the movie.
There goes Rhyminon Siminon
LOL What a jerkoff
Lol what a jerkoff. Imagine getting a birthday card for someone and writing “You should appreciate the things I do for you“ in it
Donald Trump loves gold and sees all women as sex objects, which is strange given his dad made the family fortune by opening a brothel in a gold rush town that had run dry.
The internet is the kind of petty everyone thinks God is
“‘The customer is always right.’ That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. I’m here all day every day. You come in for a hour once a week. How could you possibly know what‘s right better than me?” - Kenny Shopsin (paraphrased)
The problem with waking up at 3am isn’t insomnia — it’s the brain poison emanating from England. Timeline full of Victorian-cosplay weirdos ranting about empire at farmer’s hours
Ha that’s the minor leagues for Naples
Giada probably knows the singular of every type of pasta
It’s always hard for me to accept recipes and cooking from someone who looks like Mr Met
I think what the Biden admin accomplished quietly and without fanfare is truly remarkable. That’s one of the things I loved about him. Unfortunately none of it matters if you don’t prevent the treasonous wannabe dictator from dismantling our democracy
I’m starting to think they might just be idjits
Wait’ll he hears about Charlie Sheen
The Kennedy Curse: - double-cross the mafia, get killed - target the mafia, get killed - play football while skiing and crash into a tree - drive drunk, leave a woman to drown - pilot a plane in weather you’re not qualified for, crash - swim in shit, get a brain worm coulda happened to anyone
My partner every time she watches Pride and Prejudice, hoping in vain that this time Colin Firth is not gonna smile, ever
Remembering the late, great Buddy Holly, iconic singer-songwriter, guitarist, and arranger, on his 89th birthday. #BOTD on 9/7/1936
Missed opportunities, it seems to me: - not packing the court after McConnell made it clear the GOP doesn’t GAF - letting the classified docs case be w Cannon for even 1 day w/o trying to change it - buying into any ”norm”, eg ”can’t vigorously pursue the orange traitor if he’s running“
I understand, and do not pretend to know all the law ofc. Presidents can’t do anything the current President is doing either, and yet no one is stopping any of it beyond thinking the next court filing is finally gonna get ‘em. So maybe we’re beyond normal.
Uh, like what happened between Kilmar Albrego Garcia and his wife that you said was reason to send him to Uganda?
I’m not into blaming voters. I voted for Biden and am likely more happy with his term than many, but he and his admin were abject failures at recognizing the gravity of the situation. They had 4 years to put Trump and his cronies in jail and pack the court and chickend out bc of ”appearances.”
The most dude take on bringing people into a relationship since Patrice O’Neal’s PSA: “A threesome is two girls and a guy. Two guys and a girl is called a train. I don’t know that guy. And I better not catch him looking at me.”
This is my inclination, I would rather not know, or at least not be there or participate, but I figure it would probably get messy. If you can’t talk about it, you probably can’t do it
Sam Peckinpah’s JACKASS: THE MOVIE
300 lbs of shit in a 210 pound bag. This is absolutely the best his tailoring has ever been, though. They just can’t hide whatever truss he’s wearing under his shirt
I love these golden age covers that are never indicative of the story within (prob also bc they were all basically anthologies), but were just tasked with communicating all the vibes to be found within
Twats of Endearment
Todd Solondz‘ Forrest Gump
They would name it after Billie Jean King and then claim she was a man after they nincompoopery was revealed to them.
John Waters’ A Few Good Men
A superhero, but for library and historical books and manuscripts, would be awesome
I need more folks to know that Brooke Smith of Silence of the Lambs fame (she's instructed to put the lotion in the basket) was a member of the 1980s New York Hardcore scene and a photographer who documented that scene prolifically. She has a book called Sunday Matinee, which is absolutely stunning.
Stealing “skow-dow-de-dow-dow”
Agreed. There’s something very special about the early issues where they’re really figuring out how to tell a 22 pg story, what the super heroes are going to be like, etc, but this is where they really hit their stride. Next ish: DOOM!
THEY'RE CALLED MECHA, COOP. REAL WACKADOO STUFF THE BOYS BACK AT LANGLEY HAVE BEEN COOKING UP. ENORMOUS ROBOT BODIES THAT'LL WIN THE NEXT TEN WARS. BUT HERES THE KICKER: THEY CAN ONLY BE DRIVEN BY MALNOURISHED TEENAGE LESBIANS. TRANSGENDERS TOO IF THEY'RE MALNOURISHED ENOUGH.
Majorly slept on key for a while now
Zack Snyder’s Barry Lyndon
In Italy (and here), we bread the sandwiches and fry them. It’s called Mozarella in Carozza, and it’s fucking awesome
Ed Wood’s 2001: A Space Odyssey
David Fincher’s Weekend At Bernie’s
FBI: Your mission, should you choose to accept it *slides a picture of Epstein across the table* Trump: Have sex with kids. Got it FBI: Bingo
Men: “Not ALL men.” Men to their daughters: “Yes, all men. Every single one of them.”
I was just reminiscing the the other day about my local record store guy who would fill up the other 4 hours of your VHS with dope shit you never heard of when you ordered any concert bootleg. Heroes
That brick juice tho
Aisle 13 is for crippling emotional pain
One lick is all it takes to seal the J, Joe! Jeez!
i’m at the litterbox, i’m at the haunted organ, i’m at the combination litterbox and haunted organ
Actually I think it was N 3 and Berry
The church was across the street and two doors down was the Knights of Columbus. Those girls were out of their ever-loving minds thinking they were gonna change anything.
I like to think of this as in the same world as Cocktail, and this is just what Brian Brown does in his off hours
was Mikey. I opened the door and asked him what was up. He says "Yeah, you know anyone who wants to move in downstairs? Those girls didn't want to live here anymore." We lived there for another year, I think, then my roommate moved out and I had to too.
church bells are really loud?" "Yup." "We called the church and told them it was too loud and asked them to stop playing the bells. We think if you called too, it would help." "Are you crazy?" "So you're not gonna call?" "No, sorry." The next day, there was another knock on the door. It...
gladly help them as my 20 yr old brain was trying to figure out the sleeping arrangement for these two girls in a studio and what the possibilities there were. One day about a month after moving in, they knocked on the door. I answered and asked if they needed anything. "Yeah, have you noticed...
other talk when they're playing, and there's an annual festa dell Giglio which basically closes the block for a week with a carnival and food carts and stuff. Downstairs was a studio where two women in their early 20s moved in together. They used to ask for help with stuff sometimes and I would...
"Good, a couple of Catholic boys like you are gonna like this place." And that was it, we had the apartment. Now, if you're familiar with the area, you know two things about N 8th and Havemeyer that we found out after moving in: The church's hourly bells are so loud that you can't hear each...
to the roof first. We stand at the edge look out from the roof over Havemeyer St. Across the street is a Catholic Church. I guess Mikey assumed I was Catholic because of my last name. He puts his arm around my friend's shoulder and says: "You Catholic?" My friend replies "Yes." Mikey says...
I called up the realtor, Mikey, and asked about terms - deposit amount, first and last month, credit check, etc. He goes: "no we don't do credit checks or any of that. we just need a deposit." This was perfect for us, as neither of us had any credit. We get to the apartment and he takes us up...
Tons of bait and switch listings, or by the time you got there it was already rented, etc etc. After getting the runaround a bunch of times, I saw an ad on craigslist for a two bedroom in a brand new building on N 8th and Havemeyer with a rooftop deck. I convinced my friend to see it.
Ok, one more fun Williamsburg story, and this one is about real estate, which may make it even more wild compared to now than the bars. I moved to Williamsburg in my mid 20s with a friend who is Brazilian and Lebanese. At that time in Williamsburg, it was literally impossible to get an apartment...
countdown to orb bush
It was called Mugs, lmao. Now I remember
"Only in America could you find a way to make a healthy buck and still keep your attitude on self destruct. What the fuck?" - MF DOOM
too long after that and it became a liquor store, which I guess is more expedient. I so miss that place and the people. It was an era that cannot be recaptured
At some point, the owner decided to put in a modern register system and take credit cards bc they thought the bartenders were giving away too many buy backs or something. I knew it was over then, converting a bar away from a cash business is among the dumbest things you can do. She sold it not…
bands play there sometimes once they had sound, and my dear friend Tom‘s Band Ff (Fat Fuck) used to play a lot. RIP Tom, a true punk rocker, and I hope his brother Jerry is still doing well. The bar kind of was like hanging out at that friend‘s house whose parents looked the other way. We owned it
Of stuff. One of my favorites was when they did Karaoke nights. It was a drinker’s bar so no regulars partook. But there was one hassidic guy in his late 20s (Herman, I think?) who used to do completely flawless renditions of Britney Spears songs with all the choreography. They used to let..
My bar of choice was Blu Lounge on N 8 and Driggs. I drank 4-5 nights a week from 6-9:30 and then went home. I was a regular and had dear friends there, none of whom knew where I lived or my phone number. It was owned by a woman who I think really didn’t want to own a shitty bar. She tried lots…
Holy shit with the demented greek masks outside I remember it well
My memories of The Stinger were mostly of hapless boyfriends chasing women that were completely fucked up, trying to feed them water and get them to go home and the women roundly abusing them, calling them pussies, and trying to escape the guys’ joyless mopery
Later, when I moved to Grand St and Driggs Ave, I lived across the street from a bar called The Stinger. The Stinger had one of those magnetic letter signs behind the bar that said ”GET NAKED FREE SHOT GET FUCKED FREE BOTTLE”. They took it down bc they were giving away too much booze.
Oh yeah, shit! What was the name
The bar scene then in the burg was wild, and I realize now it might be long ago enough to be novel to hear about. On N 3rd and Bedford, there was the only bar I’ve ever seen where you could buy and do cocaine there. It was called Cokies, I shit you not.
I’m sure there was a Mt Vernon or Yonkers equivalent where WestChester kids would slum it so they could get served and end up in a not funny version of the blues club scene from Weird Science
i forget the name of the place, it was non-descript if I recall. east side of Bedford Ave above 10th street, but below McCarren Park. The bars in Williamsburg were wild then and maybe it’s been long enough that it’ll be fun to recount them.
When I lived in Williamsburg, Bk in the late 90s, there was one actual regs bar left, frequented by the Polish laborers. We would drink there, waiting for a hipster whose one-sided convo was being tolerated by the regulars to get too comfortable and touch one of them and get decked right there.
(Feebly, from a bed on the other side of an open window): “punch card”
BENIS got a lawsuit
Literally the only person who would have gotten my original name on here
Passion of the Christ 2: What the Fuck, Dad?
LOLOL
yoo that instruction sheet is gonna be delicious all griddled up
Which one was the first you learned about? The door knob? The Kool Aid man? The priests that become cucumber and veggies? (These are all 100% real)
I forgot where I learned about this long ago, but I learned about it as a desire some people have to remove limbs etc. Is this about the act of amputation being a kink that gives sexual pleasure?
I’m just ending 4 years of RSVP-ing “fat” to all formal events. We all have to reintegrate at some point
The first thing you need to know about returning to office... some of y'all smell stronger than hurt feelings
“oh youre an anime fan? Name three things you fucked up about my care in the last month.”
Saw them last year and same
Entering my Mangiacavallo Arc
