Trying a bold new experiment for the first time in my life: Wearing jeans that actually fit properly.

I preordered the heck out of this at my local comic shop (hello, @hellocomics.bsky.social!) and highly encourage you to do likewise. Strikingly original, incredibly fun -- like eating comfort food prepared by a five-Michelin-star chef. Arguably the best $30 you'll spend on a book in 2026.

Read this whole thread and marvel at how well it's written. Clear, concise, thorough explanations of even the most technical topics, without ever once feeling condescending or dumbed-down. Beautifully done.

*imitating JFK* I choose to eat this second slice of pie not because it is easy, but because it is hard

ST. PETER: so now that you’re here, man, I gotta ask, I’m such a big fan

TOM STOPPARD: yes?

ST. PETER: what WAS the deal with Darth Plagueis the wise, like was that a parable or was he a real dude or

TOM STOPPARD: *heavy sigh*

There are some things humanity was not meant to know, like the recipe for my sister-in-law’s sausage balls.

There’s no more potent example of the dangers of regulatory capture than putting me in charge of carving the holiday ham.

I've been recently dipping a toe into the giallo genre to work it into an upcoming project, and while Dario Argento's TENEBRE is a work of ... dubious merit ... its theme song is unimpeachable. Try to watch this without getting a big dumb grin on your face when the music hits.

Mad about the underlying point in this post for the obvious reasons, but also because we could have had so many more houses with turrets. So many!

The university that taught me the history of the Holocaust apparently hasn’t taken that class itself.

Wandering the streets of London trying to find the secret underground club where Tom Hardy and Daniel Craig do Ridiculous Accent Duels.

Sour cream apple pies.
Green bean casserole.
Roasted delicata squash.
Salmon poached in lemon-rosemary-garlic-shallot oil.

You merely adopted the kitchen. I was born into it! Molded by it!

Indulging in a spot of traditional post-Thanksgiving tree murder. (Premeditated herbicide?)

NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD remake, but instead of radiation from a passing comet, someone just plays Sturgill Simpson's SOUND & FURY near a graveyard.

(Ghouls too busy rocking out to eat brains, everyone has a good time.)

A short history of my previous couple of months on Bluesky:

Look, it's simple.
Be kind.
Be curious.
Tell the truth.
Ask for help.
Help others if you can.
Don't hurt people.
If you do, say you're sorry, mean it, and prove it.
Think before you speak.
Say less.
Say please.
Say thank you.

Back in the olden days, you understand, vast mighty herds of Starter Packs filled the feeds, all the way to the horizon

I'm back! Long story. Never post, kids.