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facts!

a certain maniac has at last sunk her teeth into PIERRE

One Melville sentence equates to a line of cocaine, for me. If it’s Moby-Dick, cut in some ketamine!

Over unsounded gorges, through the rifled hearts of mountains, under torrents’ beds, unerringly I rush!

AI is a cancer

Thank you for your enduring support in this difficult time!

dreading the day when the iphone can vote…

Give not thyself up, then, to fire, lest it invert thee, deaden thee; as for the time it did me.

I'm losing my mind over how many reviewers are like "GDT's Frankenstein makes you wonder who the real monster is." THAT'S THE STORY! That's the story Shelley wrote!

Essie Davis is the best casting ever to happen — the entire ensemble are very well-suited to their roles!

True but I need to remember to apply for a job!

oh I love him alone. he’s just right!

Should I just rewatch this entire show?

If anyone can wear white on white and look like a summer breeze personified and not a laundry heap, it’s Phryne Fisher.

I love it when Bert and Ernie yell at Jack about how Lenin made abortion legal already. Charming dynamic, those three.

The first episode of Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries—the whole show, as Jack and Phryne are basically everyone else’s token straight friend couple, but especially the first episode—is just wonderfully, wholly GAY.

Whenever Phryne addresses him directly, Jack is fully erect. If you were on set you would have seen this.

No one tell me anything bad about her, IRL!

Miranda Otto has such an incredibly sapphic screen presence.

Read: Eowyn was my bisexual awakening. And I quite like her as a cold-hearted cocaine-peddling cunt in that one episode of Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries.

boomers are so fucking entitled

weird fucking vibes tonight

apparently the problem in her mind is that people occasionally look at their phones — not that she feels entitled my attention and that of my dog, but she can’t even use her words (just has to stand there and stare at me judgmentally) because it would be ~rude~ to interrupt me!
…

and suddenly this old lady is yelling at me for being “online” while she had been waiting to ask if her dog (who didn’t seem interested) could say hi to my dog (who hadn’t even noticed them, because she was busy sniffing) …. somehow I have wronged this total, passive aggressive stranger? by texting?

I was texting my boyfriend to tell him how the new bouncer at our regular pub had been super rude to me and our dog (who is best friends with all the bartenders and loves to go say hi to them) and how he refused us entry—

such new yorkers! one described growing up in the city back when catholic feasts meant street fairs, before NYU razed all the community lots in our four block radius—she told where they used to be, all luxury apartments now—back when you could wake to the smell of smoke from the many soho bakeries.

spent half my day at the dog park—mostly so that I could sit with the older ladies whose dogs are friends with mine and discuss local history, israel, nyu as a real estate venture first and a school second, and the country’s political reality, including mamdani’s win ofc. glad our visits overlapped!

the taco bell prize in economics

the kirkland’s signature architectural achievement

the nathan’s hot dog eating contest slash prize for journalism integrity

i know he’s fun to laugh at but we really need to start enforcing corruption laws again, and the statute of limitations has absolutely not run out

Not very New Yorker of us!

I haven’t exchanged this many broad grins with passing strangers since … honestly I can’t remember?