Daniel Wright

If you cross your eyes and squint, you can make out the request for a pardon.

Gather step.

I’ve always felt The Shield’s greatest legacy was its ending. Thematically consistent, satisfying, emotionally profound, and ties everything off without seeming artificial. Just a brilliant feat of storytelling and filmmaking.

“Follow the money (except the money deposited into my account)!”

Linen! My sets from BedThreads have been outstanding. You’ll never want to go back to cotton.

Someone remind me that six weeks avoiding my strength routine has real consequences.

He’s not just a “social media user,” he’s a candidate for President. There’s an expectation (or there was previously, at least) of closer scrutiny, and of reading intent into such signal-boosting. And/but it’s just not being done for Trump; just more evidence he gets to play by different rules.

That sounds an awful lot like socialism, sir…

This makes total sense: “at around 15” is when their taste regimes, and their target audiences’, calcified.

A charmingly obtuse electrical choice in my new bathroom: the only plug in the bathroom is linked to the main light switch. Can’t use it as a charger, or for a nightlight!

I dunno man, this baby has legs.

…at least til impact.

I was going to reply with the canonical follow-up, but uhh maybe not.

Truck is unloading pretty quickly, to my untrained eye.

Suppose a closed box, with a baby inside. While unobserved, quantum theory suggests the baby is in a superposition of both Christian and un-Christian.

That is pretty typical Christian behaviour, to be fair.

Does the baby not understand suicide is a mortal sin?

Not a sentence I thought I’d write this year, but here we are.

Truck has been filled, brought to new building. Unloading begins. I am guarding the open door like an earthbound gargoyle. My main challenge is to resist the urge to feel guilty that professionals I’m paying to move heavy things are moving those heavy things without my assistance.

That’s much more confounding, if just because 2018 was ten years post-iPhone. I remember I was vaguely relieved the client hadn’t faxed over the marked up printout…

The greatest trick men ever pulled was convincing the world anger isn’t an emotion.

When would it be appropriate to go check on progress? Or do I stay resolved to relinquish control here? Rationally, the latter… but it’s so difficult!!

I recently learned the astonishing fact that, even after more than a century, the swimming pools on the Titanic are still full of water.

So the Christian Baby Trolley Problem then

Mark Jackson: “What happened to the game I love?”

Wait is the opposing pitcher ALSO a Christian baby?

This sounds like the sort of prop bet I’d find on any sportsbook tbh

We haven’t even approached the question of where the pitcher got the Christian baby, and how they mistook it for a baseball!

For that matter, how does “the winning hit” earn me millions? If I’m already a famous baseball player, is this one at-bat really going to move the needle on my compensation?

I bet this truck is extremely penetrable by arrows, though.

After being urged to go get a coffee and relax by the movers, I have been having a coffee and attempting to relax for the last hour. I peered down the street a moment ago: the truck is being loaded.

Is this going… okay?

This was 15ish years ago, as a caveat, but nevertheless: I once received notes on a website I was building for a company as printouts of the website’s pages, marked up in pen, then couriered to my office.

Moving day. For the first time, I’ve engaged movers who’re gonna do some of the actual packing too. This is harrowing, for no good goddamn reason besides my own trust issues.