A dating website, like Tinder, but you swipe left or right based solely on a photo of someone's bookcase...

I am disproportionately annoyed by pop-up video ads that show disembodied manicured fingernails tapping on something (credit card, painted dish, hunk of crystal, what have you). Disembodied fingers tapping are the province of horror, not marketing.

I think it would be cool from a morale standpoint if thought bros spent less time lusting in public over the prospect of a fully illiterate & deskilled working class that can only comprehend rudimentary AI created short form video disseminated by approved oligarchs & the state

In this house, we have dog cheese and dog peanut butter, and there is an unspoken agreement that humans do not touch them.

Rather than use the reset password link, my dad called me from North Carolina to ask me to drive over to his house (in Florida), log on to his computer, and then text him the passwords he can't remember.

This is your reminder that Mary Shelley’s birthday is August 30th. You have plenty of time to grab Frankenstein from the library or purchase a copy. This year I’m reading the 1831 version.

I don't mean to brag, but while you all have been diligently working on your manuscripts, I achieved Queen Bee status on the @nytimes.com Spelling Bee.

Ah the Crab Museum has the best merch www.crabmuseum.org/store

Shopping around for new headshots. Apparently, "wearing a crown of bones with a shoulder harpy eagle" is not a popular option.

It's hot outside. Dogs are barking. I am out of Diet Coke. How can I possibly write under these conditions?

Hello, I’m Olivia Wood and I am a Publishing MLitt student at Stirling University. For my dissertation, I am running a survey to examine the reader response to the use of people on book cover designs. The survey should take around 5 – 10 minutes to complete. Thank you!
forms.office.com/e/xhcRvsrUjU

A poem from the birthday girl...

• Emily Brontë •

Never let it be said I don't think ahead. Just made dinner reservations for NYE.

Oh @nytimes.com Connections, why can't I quit you?