This is especially sad for the people from the various history chats whose phone numbers I have who will now have suffer my nonsense more immediately.

I would have walked into Lake Michigan last night if that happened with Giannis instead.

See you in Istanbul for Christmas 2025

Weimar is the obvious answer, but that was too depressing, so I’ve moved to late 50s/early 60s US counterculture. Maybe we can get the anti-war movement right this time.

Although right now I’m still in election mode so I am reading Jill LePore’s If Then about the Simulmantics Corp.

If it does make you rich, I’d be a good butler.

No kidding. The (even more) gentrified version of twitter is boring as hell. Who wants to live in the digital suburbs?

And?

I don’t know if anyone else has told you, but your mirror appears to be a little short. (Perhaps designed by a Dracula.)

Only for Americans. Pizza Hut has the other continents.

I am always saying that about you.

If only we still had local pennysavers from which to hire locally sourced discount butlers.

Too many effs (or sees for you lot) out there today.

Arguably, Joel Goldsmith’s finest score.

They do say.