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oh my god OH MY GOD OH MY GOD
https://www.telos.news/p/part-1-how-i-found-out She later explained to me that she became “infatuated” with him after their interview, that she couldn’t get him out of her head, and that as her obsession intensified, she sent him increasingly risqué pictures and texts, secretly followed him on the campaign trail when she told me she was out covering other candidates, and fantasized about a rendezvous, which was consummated at his home in South Carolina one night after she went dark on me and made up a story about how she was dealing with a crisis concerning her sick mother. I was sure our relationship was over. And certainly our book project was dead. She had crossed a journalistic red line. How could we write a book about the presidential campaign if Olivia had a sexual relationship with one of the candidates? I looked at the date on her aborted letter to “Mark”: March 5, 2020—just a few days ago. I called my agent. “We have a big problem,” I said. “Olivia is sleeping with Mark Sanford.”
November 18, 2025 at 3:28 AM
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omg it's u
Picture of the "Four Eyes Perk" from Fallout New Vegas, featuring the Fallout Guy wearing spectacles and looking skeptical (and yes I did look at those two words for about twenty seconds to make sure I spelled them correctly)
November 13, 2025 at 6:52 PM
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Tweet from jboyega_: IM READY! frigging large popcorn! Hot dog! Damn slurpy dammit! Don't talk to me when I sit down to watch this! Don't touch me ! Don't breathe in my direction ! This is it!
November 12, 2025 at 6:26 PM
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This just in, Bronx Zoo continues to rule
November 8, 2025 at 6:27 PM
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SWAG
Two early voting stickers from NYC
October 31, 2025 at 6:27 PM
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This promises to be some lighthearted fun times
Photo of the headline thingy for "Oedipus" starring Mark Strong and Lesley Manville
October 31, 2025 at 1:42 AM
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Listen, feel how you want to feel about the NYC mayoral race* but the fact that Cuomo is aping Mamdani's campaign aesthetic and desperately plastering my neighborhood with these deeply stupid flyers does uhh not bode well for his chances
A Cuomo flyer on a car that deliberately copies the Mamdani color scheme and vibe, but says dumb shit about how awesome Cuomo is
October 27, 2025 at 12:12 PM
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Also c) it's not that absurd by opera standards, but there's something TREMENDOUSLY endearing about an entire regiment who've raised a woman from an infant, resulting in her being pretty much feral and still getting the hottie boom battie in the end
Photo of a previous Met version of La Fille: an extremely wild-eyed and gremlin-esque young woman (la fille in question) is being lovingly embraced by a Standard Heroic Type Opera Tenor, while a doofy Bass playing one of the regimental soldiers looks on.
October 24, 2025 at 12:21 AM
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Sometimes insomnia's good, like today when I woke up at 3:30 and spent the past two hours trying to figure out what shirt Fatiha El-Ghorri wore on Taskmaster and FINALLY FOUND IT! It's from Lucy & Yak and sadly they don't have it in stock right now, but I've already emailed them asking about it lol
Photo of a model wearing Lucy & Yak's "Eternal Optimist" shirt, which is a stylized painting of what I think might be a walking flower? Honestly can't tell but I love it a lot
October 23, 2025 at 10:16 AM
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Like, this woman is terrifying in a way I can't quite describe, if you showed me a dozen pictures of different people I'd be like "this is the one who eats babies"
Photo from alamy of Kristi Noem, presumably for some official white house picture, looking exactly as I described in the previous post
October 23, 2025 at 12:00 AM
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I've been sitting here like all day going "who IS that fucker" and about five minutes ago I was like "hold on HOLD ON" and sure enough
Photo of Charles Gray as the Criminologist in Rocky Horror Picture Show, looking super dapper with a cigarette holder Screencap of Charles Gray as Mycroft Holmes, with sideburns but still looking dapper as fuck
October 13, 2025 at 12:48 AM
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New chapter of "A War of Seasons," in which Stannis gets to deal with several women who irritate him and hears (albeit unknowingly) about another one who's going to cause definite problems, on top of the all the other problems he has:

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"The Brotherhood without Banners, Your Grace." Stannis might have scoffed, but Maester Brenett did not strike him as a foolish man. "The riverlords who've bent the knee to me have spoken of them, but in the same way they speak of the ghost of High Heart or snarks or giants." Though Stannis himself had seen the corpses of two giants, mangled and bloodied in the battle for the Wall. The wildlings had set fire to them and chanted some prayer in their ancient tongue, and the bonfires had burned for days afterward. "The Brotherhood are real enough. Two years ago, Lord Frey's great-grandson Petyr went to a brothel near Fairmarket and was kidnapped. A ransom demand arrived, one hundred gold pieces to be paid at Oldstones, but the message made clear that only a Frey could deliver it. Lord Frey sent another one of his grandsons — I cannot recall his name — to pay, but weeks passed with no word and finally he sent his bastard Ryger to discover what happened, this time with a full guard. He found them, all right: hung and gutted in the godswood of Oldstones, a bannerless pike stuck in the ground beneath them. Since then there have been sightings; the servants speak of them quietly, where no Freys can hear." "And what do they speak of?" Stannis asked. "Vengeance, Your Grace."
October 12, 2025 at 6:14 PM
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New Chapter! Because I'm on a roll, I guess. "A War of Seasons," Chapter 12: Shireen. In which there's blood and death.

archiveofourown.org/works/57597760
My lady, could I speak with you? I bring you a great deal of news. And a message." "From the Wall?" "From your brother, my lady," said Osha. She fished around under her jerkin, pulling from some inner pocket a long leather strip. Through it was laced a halfgroat, shiny and black with age. "From Jon Snow."
September 29, 2025 at 12:44 AM
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Sure is!
Image from https://x.com/normie_egirl/status/1971403538036359285 Featuring an ad for the creepy shitty "Friend" chatbot necklace that spies on what you do all day and then actively tries to harm you. Some awesome person has vandalized the poster and advised people to get real friends.
September 27, 2025 at 12:09 AM
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These ads are everywhere in New York and we have GOT to stop giving 20-year-old white men the kind of money that enables them to do this shit. archive.ph/Wdt1r
Header for an article from Wired magazine: Boone Ashworth / Kylie Robison Sep 8, 2025 6:30 AM I Hate My Friend The chatbot-enabled Friend necklace eavesdrops on your life and provides a running commentary that’s snarky and unhelpful. Worse, it can also make the people around you uneasy.
September 26, 2025 at 12:47 PM
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New Chapter! "A War of Seasons," in which Brienne stomps around Tarth having feelings. (Also this chapter is where I can finally admit that this whole fic series was inspired by astolat's "Laying Siege," so yes this story will have Brienne/Jaime endgame OBVIOUSLY

archiveofourown.org/works/57597760
Brienne could feel her jaw clenching. "So to help one lord I despise, I must treat with another lord I despise?" "Such is the fate of all who play the game of thrones, willing or no," Father laughed. It turned quickly to a cough, and Brienne poured him some summerwine. "But you surprise me. I did not think you loathed Ser Jaime so entirely." "I do," she snapped. Father said nothing, merely sipped his wine, and she heaved a sigh. "I don't. He gave me a purpose, one I'm grateful for. But he—" "He gave you a set of armor worth more than a week's haul in our bays," Father said, "and a Valyrian steel sword that his own father had specially made for him, worth more than the entire Isle put together. Men like that are not charmed, my lass; they are won over. Seems perfectly obvious to me that you made a conquest. We should make use of that, for the good of our people." There was no sensible reply to make to that. "Surely I'd be better off here, Father, "she tried. "Helping to prepare for the winter." "Yes, yes, the winter. It's always coming or going: I've lived through nearly twenty of them. This one will be brutal, I've no doubt; a summer as long as this last one was, and an autumn this mild, means cold and snow and hunger, if we're not careful. But we've rationed wisely. Even if it's worse than the maesters have warned, our people will survive. Provided the mainlanders don't tear us to pieces to set an example. And that, my lass, is where you come in."
September 24, 2025 at 7:30 PM
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The last time I saw a production of this, my mom made us walk out at intermission so we'll see how this one goes
Playbill of "Waiting for Godot" at the theater performing it.
September 17, 2025 at 11:55 PM
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FOUND IT
“I think there’s a rich ream of horror, from The Haunting of Hill House to Ghostwatch, that delves into the idea that certain places can simply go wrong – and once these bad environments have been established and ostracised by society, they can’t be exorcised. They simply keep accruing power through the individual stories that play tragically out in their shadow. “I mention a real-life example of that kind of bad architecture in one episode; the Pope Lick Bridge in Kentucky, a place that looks and feels so sinister that it developed its own local folklore about a goat-man who attacks people who stray too close to the edge – and which has ended up resulting in deaths as visitors peer over the side trying to get a peek at the monster. “I find this kind of stuff fascinating, because it plays into my own paranoia about environments, and my dislike of ghost stories with explicably human antagonists. Like David says in the first episode, people aren’t frightening. Places are frightening. “If I’m sitting alone at home on a dark and stormy night, and I glance nervously up towards the bedroom doorway, my fear is not that my house is being haunted by a spirit called Mabel who died in the 19th century at the age of fourteen and is constantly seeking her favourite teddy bear… because all of these details both humanise her and make her ridiculous. “My fear is that there will be something standing in the doorway, because the doorway is where things come to stand. “Because unoccupied spaces, in our imaginations, must find something to fill them.” — Jon Ware, from “The Saturday Interview: ‘I Am in Eskew’ podcast”
September 13, 2025 at 1:25 AM
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You're welcome
September 10, 2025 at 12:56 AM
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Guys maybe I'm a Sports Guy now?
September 9, 2025 at 11:37 PM
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YEAH BOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
Photo of the stage and Playbill for Shakespeare in the Park's Twelfth Night
September 7, 2025 at 11:51 PM
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And even as it consumes those who use it, even as the scammers become their own marks, even as it is sustained by exploited workers slotted in as human filters for algorithmic abuse – some people want to have a little, as a treat. As a joke. Just to make fun of it, just for the busywork, because it’s good enough, right? You understand. I do understand: you want permission. There’s a machine in the corner wrapped in human skin that makes things out of shit and blood to look like whatever you want (as long as you don’t look too closely). You gave one to your teacher and they didn’t notice. Your boss told you to use it after they laid off half the team and it was fine. You fed one to your kids and they liked it. You want to know you can use it sometimes without me thinking less of you. You don’t need me to believe it’s useful, you just want me to be polite about it. But I am a hater, and I will not be polite. The machine is disgusting and we should break it. The people who build it are vapid shit-eating cannibals glorifying ignorance. I strongly feel that this is an insult to life itself.
August 29, 2025 at 5:03 PM
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Chapter 10 of "A War of Seasons;" GOT fix-it fic, this one covers the general timeline of season 6. In which Bran gets the hell out of dodge *without* killing a dozen people and his dog. Also in which the Three-Eyed Raven gets to say the line:

archiveofourown.org/works/57597760
"She is called Dark Sister," said the Raven. "Her story is long, longer than mine; longer than the Seven Kingdoms, for she was forged before the Doom, half a world away. But she has kept her edge through thousands of years and will keep it a thousand more. It is this edge that White Walkers fear." "Is this what's shielded you all this time?" Bran asked, as Meera pulled the sword from its sheath. The sheath was moldy and covered in dirt, yet the blade shone even in the pitiful light of the candle as though it had been forged yesterday. "No," said the Raven, "and it will not shield you either, for a sword cannot protect you. It can only destroy others. And that is what you want, no? So go and destroy, Bran the Broken. I wish you good fortune in the wars to come."
August 20, 2025 at 2:23 AM
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I'm sure there are SF books I read earlier, but the first one I have an actual *memory* of reading—because I did so in lunch-period-long sections at the school library—was called "Spacebread," about a spacefaring cat and her vegetable butler.
August 13, 2025 at 1:15 AM
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OK I'm crowdsourcing this: any of these books worth grabbing? Based on where I'm at (ie gets very little foot traffic) I've got at least a day or two to circle back
August 4, 2025 at 11:41 PM