My mother-in-law gave that ad a “My goodness, I just can’t with this” review. I responded with an Omar-like “Oh Indeed.” Then we yelled at the Packers together. It was nice.

I adore this newsletter, because it will do things like introduce me to a pop artist I’ve never heard of, and make them into my sworn enemy in less than 1,000 words. Fuck you Sombr.

Wemby is doing Shohei things. Only way I can describe it.

Ad buys are highly specific contracts. It’s pre-determined.

The audiobooks are so delightful. Also, which soccer player is Carl? Which is Princess Donut?

Soccer really needs its own Ball Don’t Lie gif. Feels like Jordan Pickford is missing his Moment.

There isn’t a combination of letters that captures the noise I made after that hit.

It’s hard to top the malicious joy of laying the queen on someone who thinks they’re playing a safe diamond or club.

The rare five-spot that UNDERPEFORMS xG. That’s a real treat.

Noises I didn’t know I was capable of left my mouth after that.

My 6-year-old and 4-year-old request The Clash every time we drive. London called and they answered, apparently.