Philip Michaels
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Philip Michaels
@philipmichaels.bsky.social
I am the mild-mannered managing editor for mobile at Tom's Guide. I mostly just talk about sports and movies and whatever's grinding my gears at the moment.
Pretty good recreation of my slip-and-fall last week, if I’m being honest.
November 11, 2025 at 7:44 PM
When I cover my lady operatives with gold paint as punishment for their treachery, very few if any have died!
November 11, 2025 at 7:09 PM
Probably not very much in that particular area, if we’re being frank.
November 9, 2025 at 12:52 AM
Imagine how Ron Hassey feels.
November 9, 2025 at 12:51 AM
Really, everyone in Spotlight looks far too handsome to work in newspaperin’ , a bitter truth I confront with every glance at a mirror.
November 9, 2025 at 12:18 AM
Whoever wins, we lose.
November 9, 2025 at 12:13 AM
I’ve grown to fear the ashtray’s power.
November 8, 2025 at 8:45 PM
They tried to make him a soccer player-by-play guy, and that was that. He flew too close to the sun on wings made of screaming.
November 8, 2025 at 8:43 PM
BTW, during my Carson City job interview, my mom gambled at a nearby casino until she got thrown out for angrily tossing her cards at a black check dealer. Good times.
November 8, 2025 at 6:50 PM
My mother spent the next few days defiantly eating Atby’s sandwiches. Miraculously she survived.
November 8, 2025 at 6:50 PM
I tried to explain that I personally could eat 2 sandwiches at most and that it seemed ill-advised to buy sandwiches in bulk that aren’t assembled with long-term storage in mind. I was voted down.
November 8, 2025 at 6:50 PM
On the way back, we stopped at an Arby’s. (Yeah, I know) my mother was obsessed with a 5 sandwiches for $5 deal.

“We can load up on sandwiche!” she declared.
November 8, 2025 at 6:50 PM
I had a job interview in Carson City, Nevada which meant an 8-hour round trip drive. My mother did not want me driving that distance alone so she road shotgun.
November 8, 2025 at 6:50 PM
This is not even the worst example of my mother courting food-borne illness and making me an accomplice.
November 8, 2025 at 6:50 PM