Mike Meginnis

I just realized why I often get confused and write dates as if October is the eighth month in the year (so, today's date would be rendered as 8/8/25 if I were to write it absentmindedly). The answer is pretty obvious once you see it, and involves Latin! I am a dweeb.

I notice a lot of catastrophizing/defeatism comes from people who live in other countries and I get that a fresh set of eyes can be useful but also you should at least have to know how American government works a little bit before you say we're a step away from Radio Rwanda.

There is a very real correlation between having a strong desire to look cool and at some point completely losing the ability to make basic ethical judgments. Every time I doubt myself on this point I'm given cause to regret it. Nothing is more disorienting than playing to a crowd.

As for me, I must recommend my own book. But there are at least two or three more worth considering!

The number of YA-novel-ass dystopian thriller subplots we have on this app that only make any sense if you pretend your posts aren't public is wild.

it was not a weekend news dump and now they’re making up a thing about how they’re going to withhold back pay, which is just straightforwardly black letter law now. they got nothing and Vought is having the worst work day of his life right now.

Have a good friend dooming in my inbox today. Not gonna let him off the hook. Don't let your friends give up. They deserve and need better.

Claim: 10 cars rammed ICE
Truth: No cars rammed ICE

Claim: She boxed ICE in
Truth: ICE boxed her in

Claim: She shot a rifle at ICE
Truth: She did not have a rifle

Claim: ICE returned fire
Truth: Only ICE fired

Claim: She drove herself to the hospital
Truth: Paramedics found her

"hand-to-hand combat with antifa every night"

If I think about this app once in the month before my life ends I've done everything wrong

My thing is, I can't imagine hanging out with someone who talks a lot about Bluesky moderation policies one way or the other. I'm going to die someday, man. The miracle of life will end for me. I won't even be able to hold hands with my partner or pet any cats.

It would be fun to catch up! Feel free to drop me a line when you have time, or I can reach out to you in a month or so—whatever works.

I need to get some podcast guests scheduled. (I have a backlog in case of life problems but did have some problems and am as such already nibbling the backlog.) I am open to writers but not focused on them; main requirements are you need to like reading, be a decent talker, and have a passable mic.

I think he may be a little bit of a certain kind of sociopath and find some of his gestures toward centrism really grating, but you need that kind of sociopath running for national office on your ticket sometimes, and I suspect he would be above average in office.

anyways

www.liberalcurrents.com/forming-an-o...

i will vote for whichever democrat promises to make mudbutt flee the country

Still love the ending

When the photographer says, to explain why Audrey should be with him, "I may not be a rich man but I'm doing all right for a person my age. I'm leveraged!"

The funniest thing about this is how legit terrified ICE looks.

The looping conversation with Edie Falco. "I know what you need."

The scene where Audrey rams her bike into a wall over and over again.

"I thought I was a homo once."
(Smiling) "Really?"
"Yeah! Fucking unbelieve."
"What happened?"
"I joined the Marines, they straightened my shit right out." (Rolls up his sleeve.) "You see my tattoo?"

Thanks to Wikipedia perusal I now know what happened to Adrienne Shelly (bad!) and that she wrote/directed WAITRESS (good?).

Emmet is a teenage conservative creep primarily because it tells him how to feel about himself, how to pursue and have sex, how to think of a woman who rejects him. That's his main use for politics. At some point in the future, it will also tell him how to vote, and he might even follow through.

I feel like Hal Hartley writes in 1988 about politics in a way that feels more contemporary than most current overtly political writing because he is so clear on how it manifests in daily life: providing a structure for libidinal release from which sometimes emerges a kind of social cohesion

The scene where Audrey is monologuing about nuclear apocalypse and suicide while Emmet, the weird Young Republican boyfriend, walks alongside her, monologuing about how he plans to seize the world and make it his

Love the big gestures in this movie. Mechanic protagonist is kicked out of the car that was giving him a ride when the father/driver asks him where he's coming from and he says prison. Next guy who picks him up is drinking from a flask he does not try to obscure or even ever put down.

Experimenting with the use of THE UNBELIEVABLE TRUTH as a comfort movie.

Oh sweet

Gotta find a way to have a recurring wacky body week

Looking through my Outlook calendar, checking for wide open days where I can attempt a big, cathartic cry