I realized every time I see Spiced Coke in store, “no” vividly pops into my mind.

one of the pleasures of the 1990s was for your parents to get a computer and brag to everyone how good their kid is at the computer, and then ask you why you like the computer so much, and tell you to get off the fucking computer every day until you moved out

I have a piece in The NYT this morning. When a Minneapolis suburb hired a Black chief and assistant chief, over half the department quit. Yet the world didn’t end.

When cops would rather quit than respect the wishes of the communities they serve, maybe it’s okay to let them go.

Finally here after bailing on the Musk Twitter cesspool months ago. I was getting used to living in 2007 again.