Before that year, I was very much on team “show up and support no matter what”. Rain? Snow? 100 degree heat? Team sucks? My ass was there.

I think 2016 impressed upon me that mentally and physically suffering for an institution that doesn’t reward you isn’t virtuous.

Don’t tune in. Go be at peace.

There’s just no reason to watch. We’re gonna be in a D-list bowl at best, there’s no exciting up and comers to keep an eye on, we’re well aware of the fundamental flaws that aren’t going to change on both sides of the ball. I’ve got errands to run.

I’m just incredibly disengaged with pretty much anything other than men’s and women’s basketball. I’m… fine with another year of Aranda if it means getting the AD search right. But I’m fine with it because for the first time since the back half of 2016, I can’t even tell you the kickoff time today.

I think I am thankful enough for the Lions offense to use it as a convincing disguise

My options are limited here in Knoxville, Tennessee, New York City Council. But if you’re at Bagelfest this weekend, try to get your hands on the beef bacon, egg and cheese with amba and zhug from Potchke, who will be visiting you

My response to “they’re building low income housing, aren’t you worried?” has consistently been “yes, that the city won’t pitch in on the supporting infrastructure”

(And they never do!)

There’s a special place in my literary heart for Marsha Blackburn

He could live in the bear habitat

It’s like someone married Control and The Division, but didn’t really understand either