Dan McCoy

An administration of utter fucking dumbshits.

"Sir this is a residential manger zone."

This non-biblical mid-century carol may be theologically suspect, is what I'm saying.

So, the three wise men showed up at the nativity because they read the signs, and the shepherds had a divine revelation. How did the little drummer boy hear about it? A flyer in the restroom at his last drumming gig?

Some painstaking nonsense I drew a while back.

This is a (perhaps oblique) reference to Jimmy Kimmel being a recent unlikely first amendment rallying point. Not whatever else.

Back in my day, songs were ABOUT something. Like which bops were unskinny.

Seems like perhaps they made a mistake with this one, but MAYBE I'M BIASED.

A thread of some cartoons rejected by The New Yorker:

For potential correctors: I know he didn't THROW her off the roof, but the joke cadence was better.

Audrey: (Ignores me and texts me articles about dehydration and dizziness)

Me: (complains for the tenth time about the dizzy spells I've been having the last two days)

Audrey: Drink a lot of water!

Me: I don't think that'll fix my vertigo.

Audrey: I think it does!

Me: The only thing that will cure me is throwing Kim Novak off the roof.

She doesn't NOT want them

The surprising Venn diagram overlap between your baby and my wife

but I had tiramisu coming

the best place to hide from Noonien Singh is in the un-Khan-y valley

Some sort of shaved salad? The cruciferous (man, my iphone does NOT want to help me spell that) veggie-ness of them is far less when uncooked and shaved. Though maybe I'm blinded because I like them.

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It's great. Just met one (otherwise lovely) dude whose intro small talk rubbed me the wrong way.

People outside New York love telling you how rude people from New York are, while rudely badmouthing New York to New Yorkers.

Break a leg? How does one wish luck and support in this situation? Don't break a heart!

Grown men keep coming up to me, big burley men, Staten Island's finest, tears in their eyes. "I can handle a lot," they say to me weeping "but I'm terrified about a mayor who wants free childcare and affordable housing."

Or neurodivergent. It's a trait. I've pushed past it, because I see its value to others, but...

Sometimes I have such anxiety I'm The Ruining Man.

@nytimes.com this u, bro?

Uh, that's not how that would shake down. It would disenfranchise legit voters/votes.