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Mark Ganek
@markganek.bsky.social
TV Writer. Soul in his eyes, heart full of content.
Formerly: Head Writer of Archer, Writer for The Tick and Diarra from Detroit and, as they say, Other Stuff.
Threw hammer today for the first time since tearing my rotator cuff a year ago. And my soul breathes again. Get yourself a weird hobby. Absolutely essential.
September 6, 2025 at 2:57 AM
Billionaires, in a darkened, opulent drawing room, embers from the fireplace throwing a faint glow across their shadowed faces, telling John Wick-style ghost stories about @pablo.show
September 4, 2025 at 8:56 PM
If you're in LA, highly recommend seeing Guy Branum's one-man show Be Fruitful. Saw it last night: hilarious, unapologetically cerebral, ultimately touching. Next show is August 31st at the Lyric Hyperion. www.eventbrite.com/e/guy-branum...
Guy Branum: Be Fruitful
A middle-aged, clinically obese homosexual confronts science and God to determine if there’s any actual purpose to his existence.
www.eventbrite.com
August 20, 2025 at 5:16 PM
Reposted by Mark Ganek
me and @anamariecox.bsky.social's new pod is here. on our first episode we speak with the magnficient @pftompkins.bsky.social about the struggle and the joy of staying creative when everything around you says give up. it's @pastduepodcast.com and it starts now

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May 7, 2025 at 6:09 PM
I thought of this. Now it's your problem.
May 5, 2025 at 8:28 PM
Graduated from rotator cuff physical therapy. Discus still off the table, maybe for good. Think I can get back to hammer throwing pretty soon. Though my PT was openly taking bets from co-workers on how quickly I'd go too hard and be back. Which...unprofessional. Probably true, but unprofessional.
May 5, 2025 at 5:16 PM
Sad day. This was always my go-to whenever I wanted to eat something that sounded like a shitty wizard.
April 18, 2025 at 5:24 PM
Me, standing with smoking shotgun draped casually over a forearm, foot a bloody, blasted stump: Now let that be a lesson to you boys.
April 9, 2025 at 8:26 PM
Seems counterintuitive, but actually consistent because it's also legal in the U.S. for a doctor to prescribe you a fusion nuke.
SCOOP—Trump plans to issue an executive order designating fentanyl as a "Weapon of Mass Destruction," per copy of EO reviewed by me. Source at State speculates purpose is to designate cartels as terrorist orgs/justify military ops in Mexico/Canada.

Context/full text of draft only on The Handbasket:
Trump to declare fentanyl “Weapon of Mass Destruction," per draft EO
A copy of the draft was obtained and reviewed by The Handbasket.
www.thehandbasket.co
March 18, 2025 at 7:34 PM
Daughter spilled milk everywhere but redeemed herself with the explanation: "Sorry. I was daydreaming pretty hard."
March 17, 2025 at 6:14 PM
Reposted by Mark Ganek
wrote about one of my all-time faves, tortured artists, near-death dramatics, fundamentals, permutations, and the eight versions of "spiders (kidsmoke)" on the a ghost is born super deluxe edition
How Wilco’s Massive ‘A Ghost Is Born’ Box Set Complicates the Album’s Harrowing Myth
Jeff Tweedy thought he was going to die while making the 2004 art-rock masterpiece. But there’s more to this album’s story than tortured-artist tropes.
www.hearingthings.co
March 12, 2025 at 6:59 PM
A vampire video game adaptation of Chekhov called Unclevania
March 12, 2025 at 7:34 PM
There's no better feeling than comforting your child after a nightmare, feeling their heartbeat slow as they cuddle, finally safe, which is why we have the Saw movies playing on repeat 24 hours a day.
March 7, 2025 at 3:19 AM
The endpoint of an ideology of pure, narrow self-interest that not only can’t see the forest for the trees, but denies the forest exists. He literally cannot understand that having a stable international order of allies is itself beneficial not just to those allies, but to Americans as well.
Trump on the US-Japan alliance:
March 7, 2025 at 2:22 AM
Man. When I first moved to LA and didn't know anybody, when I couldn't sleep I would drive miles out of my way to go sit in there at 2am, order a side of bacon and some coffee and gently nurse my grudges. An oasis.
March 5, 2025 at 12:53 AM
Things I have enjoyed lately:

Comfort Beyond God's Foresight: @iankarmel.bsky.social
Service Model: @aptshadow.bsky.social
Same Bed Different Dreams: Ed Park
Power Fantasy: @kierongillen.bsky.social, @casparw.bsky.social
Primary Beans
Severance (still in Season 1)
Infusing mezcal with serrano
March 3, 2025 at 10:54 PM
I know we’re all freelance messaging consultants on here, but I really wish that Trump at his most swaggering and pathetic was not described as a bully. That word means a different thing to his supporters and leaners. They like it! That’s why they voted for him.
February 28, 2025 at 9:39 PM
Writing about personal freedom is mandatory. Mentioning coercion will result in severe consequences.
February 26, 2025 at 5:18 PM
Canceled a few media subscriptions this week. Simple rule: if you won’t call it a sieg heil or a nazi salute, I canceled. “Journalistic objectivity” does not mean “pretending to be an idiot.”
February 22, 2025 at 10:04 PM
In PT because I tore my shoulder apart pretending to be young. Told doc I had rested it, but it only got worse. His response: “For you? At your age? Rest is poison.” God, the thrill that went through my body. "You know that neurosis you've had since childhood? It's true now."
February 19, 2025 at 5:44 PM
"Why not have AI do the boring parts of writing for you?" Yeah, I don't know. I guess I just have this thing about living a meaningful life.
February 18, 2025 at 7:44 PM
Sort of fun getting surprised by those new Hulu ads. I was watching Jumanji with my daughters but now I’m explaining heating lubricant.
February 16, 2025 at 4:56 AM
I used to eat a ton of candy. Now, every year around Valentine's Day, I buy a giant bag of those terrible candy hearts, eat the whole thing, and go to bed sick and angry. It's like how my dad caught me smoking that one time, and made me smoke an entire pack of candy hearts.
February 15, 2025 at 6:18 PM
I think I was a freshman in high school when a cool senior slipped me Still Life With Woodpecker, which irretrievably fucked up my literary and psycho-sexual development. Thank you Tom Robbins and that senior.
February 10, 2025 at 5:27 PM