Because I clearly need more platforms to infodump on;

I am a terrible critic of barbecue. Partly because of my upbringing (very northern; not much bbq from New England), but also because it’s all good. I don’t think I’ve ever had capital-B “Bad” bbq. I’ve had some that’s better than others, but I’ve finished my plate of even the worst pulled chicken.

Do you suppose we could crash Kalshi by betting that it will go down on Polymarket? And/or vice versa

Is the idea of the “cult classic” dead? Social media and short-form content has rattled our attention spans. Very few people take big, risky swings in art anymore. Sci-fi and fantasy are almost entirely franchised, and smaller dramas try to fight that by being generic.

I will never criticize anyone for having Main Character Syndrome. Especially given how hard this world works to make everyone feel like NPCs in their own lives. Be the Main Character. It beats the alternative.

Someone needs to come up with an English-To-Corporate translation dictionary. I’m getting real sick of getting written up regardless of how much time I spend watering down my message.

As Gen Z gets older and begins taking over popular discourses, it’s becoming obvious that their focus is on not being perceived, lest they be “cringe.” If this be the dynamic moving forward, there are few groups of that generation more capital-P Punk than the theatre kids. Said with pride.

TNA: "Damn, I forgot promo class, too. AEW, do ya mind?" AEW: "Ugh, oh my god, fine"

TNA: "Hey AEW, can I copy your homework?" AEW: "Okay, but don't make it too obvious."

“I will bandy with thee in faction. I will o'errun thee with policy.” —William Shakespeare, “As You Like It” Antistratfordians: “Tennis puns! Truly, The Bard must have been nobility, not a commoner!” “I’ll serve your ass like John McEnroe” —House of Pain, “Jump Around” Antistratfordians: “Logical”

Replace “bar” with “office,” and this is basically why I grey-rock all day at work

AEW have uploaded Jon Moxley’s post-Dynamite speech from last night.

Seen in my office: A poster reading “Tips for using QR Codes.” The only other thing on the poster is a QR code. 🤦‍♂️

The problem with being a grey rock is that eventually, you go through a window.

“Actors must be good at customer service because they’re good at feigning emotion and empathy!” Most plays of are ~3 hours, and very few of them have a single actor on stage for the whole show. We also get rehearsals. And you want me to do that shit for 8 hours straight? With no rehearsal time?

All of these deaths should motivate me to follow my dreams, right? Tim, Dolly, Peter, Butcher, PAC… it could be over for us tomorrow, so I should spend the time I do have doing what I love. So why am I so stuck in this fucking 9-to-5 quagmire? Why can’t I break free? Why can’t I do this?