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Vendor at trade show: “are you sure you two are from Buffalo? You look so exotic, like you’re from… Baltimore or something”

Satan on the Dock of the Bay

Why do they keep adding features to this app. “Chat?” I will not “chat.” I would rather fill my pockets with stones and walk into Lake Erie.

I should post here more before it gets ruined. Every social network is awesome for like 18 months and then evolves into a machine that turns human misery into ad revenue.

Update on the ghost situation: there are no ghosts, but I did confirm via newspaper archive that a previous owner died in the house in 1944.

The Shopsmith is the Kitchenaid of the garage.

There are so many Christmas songs but only one of them has a shoutout to Satan’s Pow’r. A real missed opportunity.

If you mash up Paul and George’s biggest post-Beatles hits, you get “Simply Hare a Wonderful Krishna’stime”

We’re going ham gambling!

So we joked around for a year about our old house having ghosts cause the lights flicker all the time. Called the power company to check it out today. Turns out the “ghosts” were actually a pretty serious fire hazard. Spooky.

This is approaching “Marilyn Manson had his ribs removed” levels of virality

Out: don’t tread on me snake In: steptile

Third year in a row, it’s officially a tradition: Reading @drewmagary.bsky.social ‘s Hater’s Guide aloud to my wife on Christmas Eve while she wraps presents at the last possible moment.

Isn't it weird how football at halftime is the only place where a reporter will interview a high-powered executive, and then the exec does a brisk lil jog to get away when they’re done talking

Ghosts aren’t trying to scare you. They’re booing to say that you are doing a bad job.

Almost 7 years into our time together, my wife and I finally had the “is it a sandwich” talk. In my defense, she started it. Hot dog was a sticking point. Tensions rose when I said yes to Eggs Benedict. She ended the discussion when I got to the possibility of including French Onion Soup.

A year ago when Twitter was purchased, Meta’s market cap was just north of $260B. Today it’s over $762B. In retrospect it sure looks like running Twitter into the ground was a play to inflate the value of its competitors to create a bigger speculation opportunity.