Dutch

we’re playing a duet

just fyi

100%

I love my large adult son (columbo box set from @kinolorber.com)

Thanks!

Picked up No Country and The American Friend for the @criterion.bsky.social flash sale. I love my growing film library.

Hmmmm I wonder what other contributing factors there might be

Today one of my freelance clients said, “I have two writers right now, you and chatGPT.”

My soul dried up and floated away on the wind.

Every day I have to hear about some asshole

My pledge to simply lose weight instead of buying larger clothes is, so far, not really working out

i can understand being a median voter in 2016 and not regretting your vote for trump but i’m baffled how this happened again. he was literally president recently. we know he believes the insane shit he and the people he surrounds himself with say. how could you possibly be fooled a second time

Gonna attend the Devo anniversary tour and shout requests for Mark Mothersbaugh’s film work: “COCAINE BEAR! PLAY THE THEME TO COCAINE BEAR!”

Last night’s bugnuts movie: Death Race 2000 (1975)

My wolf rankings are

Virginia Woolf
Tobias Wolff
Tom Wolf
Thomas Wolfe
Wolf Blitzer

When you’re in your late thirties, you put on your nicest clothes for a meeting and still kinda look like shit. The magic of aging!

There’s a palpable feeling of go birds in the air tonight. A real go birds atmosphere. A distinct and unmistakable go birds-ness

I love my beautiful child (Raymond Carver first edition)

There’s a shop in my neighborhood that keeps a photo of Leonard Cohen on display, just because. 10/10

Just saying— Mubi currently has a ‘99 cents per month for three months’ deal. I’ve been devouring weird art films for days

which is why, effective today, we will be establishing the Department of Aircraft Not Colliding

Scene from The Princess Bride where Vizzinni says "You're trying to kidnap what I've rightfully stolen"

OpenAI right now

my entourage

I thought there was a dead cat in the street outside my house, but it turned out to be a wig

we lost a true artist
my heart breaks

one of the best damn books I’ve ever read.

I like that fitted sheets come with cargo pockets these days

Whenever I see a plastic bag stuck in a tree, I think, “Look what’s become of you, bag from American Beauty.”

The other day, I truly saw a Philadelphia Man™️ walking down Fairmount Ave in 90-degree heat, swigging from a half-gallon jug of chocolate milk, like he was goddamn Ron Burgundy.