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captainruck.bsky.social
just watched this again tonight. i'm not even close to the biggest TMBG fan but this performance always cheers me up.

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They Might Be Giants - Birdhouse In Your Soul (The Tonight Show Starring Johnny Carson 04/03/1990)
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January 31, 2026 at 7:25 AM
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hels.bsky.social
Sometimes someone writes to my intermittent @newyorker.com advice column and sets me up in a manner resembling Payton alley-ooping Kent www.newyorker.com/culture/the-...
THE FOOD SCENE HELEN, HELP ME: ON THE PHENOMENOLOGY OF CHEESEBURGERS A New Yorker food critic answers questions about burger toppings, beef tallow, and the subjectivity of memory. By Helen Rosner January 18, 2026 How do you approach the sweetness of pickle relish on a cheeseburger? Does it complement or compete with ketchup? There was a legendary place in Cambridge, Massachusetts, that used to do mustard, relish, and ketchup, and I can't for the life of me decide if I loved it, or if I just loved being there in the middle of the night eating it. — Brian K., N.Y. C. Honestly, I've never really considered pickle relish to be one of the hamburger's totemic toppings. Sliced pickle rounds, certainly; spears on the side, without a doubt. But relish, that finely chopped, neon-hued, marmalade-textured stuff? To me, that's a hot-dog thing-which I mention here not to issue judgment but rather to illustrate how distinct my own personal associations are from your own. Herein, I think, lies the answer to your real question, which is not actually about the sweetness of the relish. The question of what toppings make a burger great, while we're eating it, is both technical and trivial, having to do with the nature of the patty and the bun, the mood of the establishment serving it, the sensibilities of the person eating it, even the time of day or night or life. Regarding the substance of the burger itself, the same accoutrements that might show a slim, lacey-edged smash patty in its best light—a little slick of mustard, a few circles of raw onion, and a melty cap of American cheese, say-might be too flimsy against the brawny heft of a half-pound bar burger that can sustain degrees of sweetness, richness, and piquancy (your barbecue sauces, your secondary meats, your nontraditional cheeses) that would suffocate a smaller patty. But what you're really asking, I think, is what makes a burger great not as it's being eaten but as it lives on in memory. Or, more to the point, how can we know that our memories of happiness are true? I spend an inordinate portion of my professional life creeping around in my own psyche, untangling knots of nostalgia and pleasure and, god, so many emotions, not least self-love and self-loathing, all of them unavoidable colorants of any bite I take. I give myself the task of locating some sort of unassailable, uncontaminated truth: that this dish of dumplings, or that cocktail, or such-and-such restaurant is actually, inarguably, wonderful. It's impossible, of course, and more than a little absurd, but it's so irresistible, isn't it, to attempt to discharge the burden of our own experience? Was that burger you ate from the Tasty, in Harvard Square? I think it must have been, and it's been nearly thirty years since that perfect little sandwich shop closed forever. I imagine it was a simple construction: a bun, a patty, a slice of cheese, ketchup, mustard, relish. But you created it, just as much as the white-capped guy standing at the grill did. The mouth and brain and cascade of sensations were yours. There is no true burger per se, lurking behind your experience of it; it didn't become the burger you ate until you ate it. It's a ludicrous idea, this notion of an objective culinary truth, but it's even more ludicrous that we're so quick to doubt our own taste in pursuit of it. Just as I go looking for proof that my rapture— or, at times, misery—at a given meal has nothing at all to do with me, here you are wondering whether you should append an asterisk to your reminiscence of a long-ago cheeseburger, one that you could never eat again, even if the Tasty were still up and running. Why question a recollection of sweetness, even of the pickle variety? You did love the relish. And you love the person you see in your memory: a young man, awake in the middle of the night, a burger topped with relish in his hands.
January 19, 2026 at 12:30 AM
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k-hermit.com
This bobtail squid burrowing into the sand is already adorable, but please watch till the very end!

It sticks out its little arms and earnestly sprinkles sand over itself 🦑𓂃◌𓈒𓐍
January 12, 2026 at 12:03 PM
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kvetch.gay
modesty laws prevented showing even one lousy frame of John Waters' PINK FLAMINGOS (1972) in the trailer, so the only footage in it is of people reacting to a screening they just came out of. every single type of extant queer person is contained in the specific sequences I have selected here
December 28, 2025 at 10:08 PM
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nothingsmonstrd.bsky.social
Marine invertebrates in glass— Leopold and Rudolph Blaschka
Beautiful jellyfish blue and white Kind of conical shaped jellyfish beautiful Another jellyfish I don't have species IDs for these if you want to look them up please feel free Another beautiful jellyfish from the Nebraska family
September 7, 2025 at 4:39 PM
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clairezagorski.bsky.social
Everyone say hello to Tupi, a lil’ capybara baby at the San Antonio Zoo. 🥹
September 5, 2025 at 9:14 PM
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sonnyross.bsky.social
I drew this on my lunch break your excuses are fucking pathetic
A decorative illustration of flowers with the caption “I don’t use ai I’m not a fucking loser” with a severed hand with too many fingers
August 15, 2025 at 11:37 PM
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edwinjdavies.bsky.social
Okay I’ll come out for a drink but I’m not going to sing-a about the moon-a and the June-a and the spring-a

Me three drinks in:
The cute singing owl from the Merrie Melodies classic I Love to Sing-a
August 18, 2025 at 12:17 AM
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clairewillett.bsky.social
all my life women have treated me like being me is their worst nightmare and then tried to hastily pretend that it wasn’t an insult

joke’s on you, if you have never had the approval of men it costs you nothing to lose it and then you’re free
August 15, 2025 at 7:08 PM
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deathbybadger.bsky.social
reverse heist movie where a single snake has to chase all the priests back into ireland
August 9, 2025 at 7:26 AM
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katie.bzky.team
[after being influenced to buy hot dogs because of three weeks of "will a single hot dog kill you" discourse]

The Dangers Of Social Media On Our Youth | New York Times
July 28, 2025 at 10:07 PM
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pileofgarbage.net
"BOZO. EAT DUST. THIS BAG TWO-THIRDS AIR."
July 9, 2025 at 11:22 AM
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dcpierson.bsky.social
(To messenger)

Go now! Tarry not!

(Looking out the castle window moments later)

This mf tarrying
July 3, 2025 at 2:48 PM
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alisonfisk.bsky.social
Something lovely for your timeline!

Beautiful blue glass beads from the late Bronze Age.

Ploughed up by a farmer in Denmark in 1885, analysis shows the beads were made in Mesopotamia, pointing to long-distance trade in luxury goods some 3,000 years ago.

📷 National Museum of Denmark

#Archaeology
Forty-four annular turquoise blue glass beads strung on modern thread. Found when a farmer ploughed up a cremation urn at Kongehøj in Denmark in 1885. The urn broke and was found to contain burnt bones, the 44 blue glass beads and two gold spiral rings. Research shows the beads were made in Mesopotamia (present-day Iraq), indicating far-reaching trade in luxury goods some 3,000 years ago
June 25, 2025 at 8:50 AM
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gregpak.net
"i asked chatgpt" yeah well i went to the doctor, i went to the mountains, i looked to the children, i drank from the fountains there's more than one answer to these questions pointing me in a crooked line and the less I seek my source for some definitive closer I am to fine
June 21, 2025 at 12:55 AM
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drpiss.bsky.social
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April 9, 2025 at 7:01 PM
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joshgondelman.bsky.social
I can't believe people think that using LLMs to write isn't destroying their critical thinking abilities. I'm like 5% dumber just because of spellcheck.
June 2, 2025 at 3:46 PM
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rusty.todayintabs.com
Main character energy is OUT, this summer we’re bringing NPC energy. We’re posted up at the bar dropping lore and suggesting side quests. We’re leaning casually near a locked door and saying “I don’t think you have the key for that” when someone tries the handle. We’re staring at a tree.
May 29, 2025 at 6:25 PM
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geftokingmongoose.bsky.social
we only have Vampire Weekend thanks to vampire unions
May 18, 2025 at 12:22 AM
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unrealfred.bsky.social
Every time I read some suggestion for how I can use an LLM, it falls into one four categories:

- Something I don’t want to do
- Something an LLM can’t do
- Something that would be easier, better, or more enjoyable if I did it myself
- Something I don’t want *anyone* to do under any circumstances
May 8, 2025 at 10:45 PM
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rincewind.run
the fundamental disconnect between the manosphere and reality is that they are incapable of understanding that this is - according to every woman I’ve ever met - the sexiest thing a man has ever done
goldengateblond.bsky.social shauna @goldengateblond.bsky.social · May 7
eight years ago today we all watched the glory of zendaya falling madly in love with tom holland and the internet was never the same
May 7, 2025 at 3:01 PM
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saramchenry.bsky.social
Re LLMs writing term papers: the other day I saw someone say that using LLMs to write is like bringing a forklift to the gym. It's not that the weights need to go up; it's that you need to do the lifting. The doing of the work is the result, not the paper being done or the weights having moved.
May 5, 2025 at 3:46 PM
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tarawinequeen.bsky.social
“I asked ChatGPT” well I asked the three Fates and the one with the scissors got very agitated when I told her you were using your one precious life thread talking to that cursed thing
May 2, 2025 at 3:19 PM
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costasamaras.com
I check the little screen, I check the big screen, I check the watch screen, I check the tablet screen. I check the screen that reminds me of the good times, I check the screen that reminds me of the better times.
April 29, 2025 at 3:09 AM
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maxberger.bsky.social
If members of the press are worried they didn’t give enough coverage to the cognitive decline of a sitting president, they have an amazing opportunity to make up for it right now.
April 28, 2025 at 12:21 AM