Ah, the sweet magic of Thanksgiving Eve, when you realize your next clear thought is five more sleeps away - or Friday afternoon. Whichever comes first. #TakeADeepBreath

Sinners is high-end filmmaking, and only growing better as it ages in my mind. For a movie that takes some sizeable chances, it feels easy and smooth. Horror tropes both propel the story and prop up bigger, bolder ideas, whirling the camera through dizzying & magical sequences of music and pain. 👏

Since the oven in my apartment is apparently a gateway to hell, I have learned a few lessons in how to navigate its higher-than-advertised temps. A routine task of toasting coconut turned into a Mauna Loa treatment of volcanic charring. But when life burns your coconut, make, um, coconut ash?

I'm pleased w/ how the Oscars played out, as Anora - an excellent, entertaining film - was piled with even more deserving recognition. I've enjoyed Sean Baker's films for a bit, so this was pretty cool to behold. I was also glad to see The Brutalist and The Substance be prominently featured tonight.

Today, I listened to AC/DC's "Moneytalks" from my old couch while eating a sandwich with the remaining two heels of bread in the loaf and the last bits of lunch meat. 🤘

The annual chili cookoff at a friend's place happened again tonight and I re-learn what it's like to be "chili drunk." It's a consequence of taking my judging semi-seriously, with all the samples and notes and emotional responses. Even w/ a loose rating system, I have qualitative overrides to rank.

Sometimes I feel so absolutely buried by my own distractions that my instinct to "get away" (travel) for a total setting change seems completely rational. Getting lost in a self-made maze can be a tremendous time suck when you're tired/unfocused. Damn autopilot. Yep, it's #DeclutteringTime.

En route to a favorite coffee spot yesterday morning, I walked by a couple with their yearning-eyed, boundlessly furry husky blocking up most of the sidewalk. Quickly they offered: "She's looking for some love."

And boy did the flood gates figuratively open. Pup wants love? Love the pup shall get!👇

Dark? Wet? Moderately temperatured? Sorry, the content you're definitely imagining is on Twitter / X. This is just a wholesome BlueSky message about Christmastime in Seatown. 🎄

I stare at the needle on the turntable as I lower it to the spinning record. As it gently lands into a groove, it collapses under its own weight like it's sinking in a wax whirlpool. Then it wildly veers off course like it's got a bottle of whiskey in one hand & a cackling death wish in the other.☠️

Last week's cold has long since packed up its bags and hit the road. But that sonuvabitch left behind a reluctant cough that stubbornly likes to reappear like a nosy neighbor or a raccoon thinking there's food around. If it comes to it, I will use fire. #IMeantWhiskey #OHaiDecember

Thanksgiving Eve. Where dreaming about pie is fortressed off by a throng of amateur travelers at the airport, aghast at long-established security restrictions. "What do you MEAN I can't bring this full-sized shampoo bottle?!"

Which will have the higher count today: eye rolls or exasperated sighs? 🤔

I dreamed I had 6 clones as roommates - harmless, silly, w/ wine-stained white suits. Boy did they like wine, and I could never find any at home. I couldn't go buy any as the world had legions of evil clones trying to get all the non-clones.

That's one way for my subconscious to keep me from wine.

Time to get cozy with non-state-sponsored social media... <kicks up feet>