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  • Yash traded Drew the veto for two promises and a future problem

    Yash traded Drew the veto for two promises and a future problem

    after roughly twelve to fourteen hours, Yash handed Drew the #BB28 veto in exchange for safety promises. this should age calmly and… Read more

    live-feed spoilers for Big Brother 28 through Sunday morning, September 13.

    Yash and Drew stayed attached to a movie-promo lie detector until approximately the end of time, and then Yash traded the veto away for two promises. this is the kind of decision that looks either visionary or deeply embarrassing depending on which thirty seconds of Thursday you freeze-frame.

    no deal made in a pressure cooker-like comp has Ever backfired, lol

    — schweg, (@schwegler.lol) 2026-09-13T09:58:47.218Z

    what happened

    Yash’s Week 10 nominations were Barrett, Drew, and Melody. Dee and Devens joined them in the final veto draw, and the competition turned into an endurance marathon that ran somewhere in the neighborhood of twelve to fourteen hours.

    Hamsterwatch’s September 12 live-feed recap has the drop order as Dee, Melody, Devens, and Barrett, leaving Drew and Yash. At roughly 2:48 a.m. Pacific, Yash accepted Drew’s pitch and dropped, making Drew the veto winner.

    Yash Patel and Drew Campbell seated with other houseguests in the Big Brother 28 living room
    Yash Patel and Drew Campbell with fellow houseguests. Photo: CBS, via AOL.

    In exchange, Drew promised:

    • not to vote Taylor out if she is on the block Thursday
    • not to nominate Yash during Drew’s next HOH, either initially or as a replacement nominee, even if keeping that promise means sacrificing Melody

    the deal is stranger than it first sounds

    Yash is already HOH, so the veto did not offer him personal safety. It offered control. Because Dee’s BB Bribe protects Dee and Devens from a Yash nomination this week, Drew using the veto on himself appears to leave Taylor as the only available replacement nominee.

    So Yash effectively allowed the sequence that puts Taylor on the block, then bought a promise from Drew not to evict her. very normal. structurally elegant. no loose wires visible anywhere.

    But the deal makes more sense if Yash believed Drew was going to outlast him anyway. Dropping without a deal gives Drew the veto and Yash nothing. Dropping with a deal gives Yash one vote protecting Taylor and possible safety during a future Drew HOH. The question is not whether the deal was perfect. The question is whether Yash sold something he was already about to lose.

    Big Brother 28 houseguest Drew Campbell in a black-and-white striped shirt
    Drew Campbell. Photo: CBS, via Parade.

    Drew got the cleaner end of it

    Drew gets immediate safety, the power to force a replacement nominee, and a deal that asks him to protect Yash only during his next HOH. The Taylor promise matters this week, but it is still just one vote in a week where the final nominees are not settled until the Block Buster is over.

    The most interesting clause is Melody. Drew reportedly agreed that Yash’s safety would hold even if Melody had to go up instead. That is a future loyalty test Yash may never need to collect, but Drew agreed to it while exhausted and inches from winning the veto outright. contracts signed inside endurance competitions should probably come with a three-business-day rescission period.

    if Yahs felt he could have stayed in it much longer, he wouldn’t have taken the deal—or at least that Better be what a DR says on Wednesday

    — schweg, (@schwegler.lol) 2026-09-13T10:09:53.547Z

    For now, Drew has the veto, Yash has two promises, and Taylor has the privilege of possibly touching the block as part of someone else’s protection plan. My final-seven rankings already needed revision; they have now filed the paperwork themselves.

    Photo attribution: CBS promotional and episode imagery, used editorially via AOL and Parade.

  • sleep is a mandatory meeting i cannot attend

    sleep is a mandatory meeting i cannot attend

    sleep is essential, automatic, and apparently unavailable whenever the brain notices you are counting on it. Read more

    i reblogged “sleep is not normal to want and impossible to achieve” because it is the cleanest available description of a system that becomes less cooperative the more urgently you need it.

    sleep is supposedly the passive activity. you lie down, close your eyes, and stop participating. this would be very convenient if the brain did not interpret “please stop participating” as a request for the complete director’s commentary on every awkward interaction since middle school.

    during the day, i can want sleep with the uncomplicated intensity of a Victorian child staring through a bakery window. then bedtime arrives, the product is available, and suddenly my body would like to review tomorrow’s calendar, my long-term prospects, one noise the air conditioner made in 2024, and whether i have ever been normal in a grocery store.

    A woman lies awake in bed at night with her eyes open, resting her head on one hand.
    Photo: National Heart, Lung, and Blood Institute, National Institutes of Health.

    the official definition is almost offensively polite. the National Heart, Lung, and Blood Institute describes insomnia as trouble falling asleep, staying asleep, or getting good-quality sleep even when there is enough time and the right environment. yes, thank you, that is the administrative summary. the lived version is negotiating with a pillow as if it has access to a lever marked UNCONSCIOUS.

    the CDC says adults ages 18 through 60 generally need at least seven hours, which is useful information in the same way a weather alert saying “avoid getting wet” is useful while your car floats past the mailbox. knowing the target and reaching it are not the same project.

    sleep advice also has a particular tone. keep a schedule. make the room cool and quiet. avoid caffeine late in the day. turn off electronics before bed. all reasonable. all delivered as though i have not already transformed the bedroom into a controlled laboratory where the only uncontrolled variable is the patient.

    Cover of the NHLBI booklet Your Guide to Healthy Sleep, featuring an illustration of a person sleeping beneath a night sky.
    Your Guide to Healthy Sleep, via the National Heart, Lung, and Blood Institute.

    and then there is the final indignity: trying harder is not a useful sleep position. you cannot clench your way into unconsciousness. every check of the clock becomes an unsolicited progress report. six hours remaining. five hours and thirty-eight minutes remaining. congratulations, you have unlocked arithmetic.

    this is not me issuing medical advice from underneath a blanket. persistent sleep problems are worth discussing with a healthcare professional, especially because poor sleep can interfere with attention, memory, mood, and daily life. it is merely an acknowledgment that sleep occupies a strange category: essential maintenance that must happen naturally, on schedule, under observation, without you appearing to care too much.

    perfectly normal. no notes. see everyone again tonight for the mandatory meeting i remain unable to attend.

  • millennials are processing 9/11 normally, by which i mean posting

    millennials are processing 9/11 normally, by which i mean posting

    twenty-five years after 9/11, millennials are commemorating the formative trauma of our youth in the most emotionally healthy way available to us:… Read more

    i was twelve when 9/11 happened, which puts me in a very specific millennial demographic: old enough to remember that day as an actual day, and young enough that basically the entire rest of my life happened inside the world it built.

    twenty-five years later, the internet has commemorated this in the most emotionally healthy way available to us: an absolutely deranged posting cycle.

    there is something very millennial about the speed with which a foundational trauma became a set of reusable cultural objects. the school television. the president getting whispered to. the airport. the flag graphics. the phrase “never forget.” the exact kind of cable-news lower third that can still make your nervous system briefly sit up straight.

    and then, because we had to keep living for another quarter-century, all of that eventually became material.

    https://bsky.app/profile/britculpsapp.bsky.social/post/3k75ttdfjgw2f

    the joke is not that 9/11 was funny

    the joke is that we spent twenty-five years being told there was one correct emotional register for it while almost everything built around that grief became progressively stranger.

    there was the genuine horror, and then there was the political mythology. there was mourning, and then there were wars, surveillance, airport security theater, commemorative merchandise, campaign speeches, corporate remembrance posts, and every public figure in america discovering that “9/11” could be inserted into a sentence whenever the sentence needed instant moral weight.

    eventually the solemnity itself became part of the thing being processed.

    President George W. Bush leans toward an Air Force One window while speaking by telephone on September 11, 2001.
    President George W. Bush speaks with Vice President Dick Cheney aboard Air Force One, Sept. 11, 2001. White House photo by Eric Draper; public domain. Source.

    Google's 9/11 Homepage Design Stirs Controversy

    — The Onion (@theonion.com) 2026-09-11T14:00:40.782481218Z

    The Onion understood this almost immediately. satire after 9/11 worked because the national mood was already surreal: normal life had stopped, everyone was scared, and at the same time people still had jobs, errands, television, bad relationships, and a powerful biological need to care about stupid bullshit again.

    that tension never really went away. it just got old enough to develop back pain.

    we also got twenty-five years of consequences

    millennial 9/11 humor is dark because the history after 9/11 was dark. we watched a catastrophe become a permission slip for things that were supposed to be temporary and then simply became the furniture: the Patriot Act, the forever-war mentality, suspicion as public policy, and the idea that taking your shoes off for a flight was somehow a civic sacrament.

    President George W. Bush stands with Vice President Dick Cheney and Condoleezza Rice in a White House emergency briefing room on September 11, 2001.
    President George W. Bush, Vice President Dick Cheney, Condoleezza Rice, and staff in the Presidential Emergency Operations Center, Sept. 11, 2001. White House photo; public domain. Source: George W. Bush Presidential Library.

    so yes, a lot of the jokes are tasteless. some are aggressively stupid. several require the kind of background knowledge that makes you realize your youth is now a historical period with archival footage.

    but i do not think the existence of the jokes means people forgot what happened. for millennials, it can mean almost the opposite. you do not build this much elaborate nonsense around something that left no mark.

    https://bsky.app/profile/slclunk.com/post/3m7qrtc4ia22g

    history becomes folklore faster than anybody wants

    there are adults now who were born after 9/11. there are younger adults who know it primarily through documentaries, politics, memes, old news clips, and the fact that every millennial can suddenly become somebody’s grandfather and tell you exactly where the classroom television was positioned.

    that is maybe the strangest part of the 25th anniversary. this thing that still feels like the dividing line between “before” and “after” in my own memory is becoming history in the normal way history does: flattened, remixed, misremembered, made into jokes, rediscovered by people who were not there, and occasionally explained very badly by those of us who were.

    none of that makes the dead less dead, or the grief less real. it just means the living kept being alive afterward, which is unfortunately a very messy condition.

    anyway, happy 25th anniversary to the event that permanently changed airport shoes, american politics, and millennial brain chemistry.

  • Montgomery is talking about suicide prevention. we should listen.

    Montgomery is talking about suicide prevention. we should listen.

    A new WSFA report puts Suicide Prevention Month in very local terms: Montgomery families living with grief, bullying, and the work of… Read more

    If you need support right now: call or text 988 to reach the Suicide & Crisis Lifeline. LGBTQ+ young people can also contact The Trevor Project by calling 1-866-488-7386, texting START to 678-678, or using online chat.

    there is a version of suicide-prevention messaging that stays safely abstract: a ribbon, a statistic, a phone number, a sentence about checking on your friends. all useful. all very easy to nod at and keep scrolling.

    then there is the version where the people telling you to pay attention live down the road.

    WSFA spoke with two Montgomery women this week about the losses that pushed them into suicide-prevention advocacy. Angela Jackson described the shame and isolation that followed a suicide in her family. Monique Davis talked about her son, Jamari Terrell Williams, who died in 2017 at age 10 after being bullied.

    Jamari loved to dance. Davis told WSFA that classmates treated him as different because of it, and that difference became a target.

    that detail lands hard because “different” is one of those words adults can make sound harmless after the fact. kids know exactly how it gets weaponized.

    A young person speaks on the phone in a cozy bedroom while a trusted friend sits nearby holding a warm mug.
    sometimes support is not a slogan. sometimes it is staying nearby while somebody makes the call.

    “different” should not become a warning label

    yesterday i wrote about why queer and trans kids deserve to grow old. this is not the same story, and i do not want to flatten Jamari’s life into an identity the reporting does not give him.

    but there is an obvious point of contact: children who get marked as different are often asked to absorb an astonishing amount of cruelty while the adults around them debate whether the cruelty technically meets the threshold for intervention.

    Jamari’s mother did not leave that debate where she found it. she created the Jamari Terrell Williams Foundation, which works with schools, churches, city officials, and community groups to fight bullying and prevent suicide. Alabama’s student-harassment law was renamed for Jamari in 2018 and expanded protections around bullying, including cyberbullying.

    the foundation’s message is wonderfully uncomplicated: it is okay to be different.

    A diverse group of young adults laugh together while painting a colorful bench in a community garden.
    the future we are trying to protect is mostly ordinary: friends, community, bad haircuts, errands, and getting to be here for all of it.

    the local part matters

    WSFA also reports that Alabama loses at least two people to suicide on an average day, and that nearly 840 Alabamians died by suicide in 2024. those numbers are large enough to become scenery if you let them.

    the reason local stories matter is that they turn the scenery back into people.

    a mother in Montgomery is still saying her son’s name. a city employee is talking openly about grief she once felt ashamed to discuss. a foundation here is still going into schools and churches telling kids that being different is not a problem to solve.

    and this Saturday, Montgomery Parks and Recreation is hosting a Suicide Awareness Resource Fair from 4 to 6 p.m., connecting people with counselors, mental-health professionals, information, and community resources.

    that is what “check on your people” looks like when it stops being a caption and becomes infrastructure.

    call. text. ask the second question. take bullying seriously before it becomes somebody else’s origin story for advocacy.


    Resources: Call or text 988 for free, confidential crisis support 24/7. Learn more about the Jamari Terrell Williams Foundation. LGBTQ+ young people can contact The Trevor Project 24/7.

  • firefox would like to save this mistake for later

    firefox would like to save this mistake for later

    nothing improves an incorrect password like the browser offering to preserve it forever. Read more

    there are mistakes, and then there are mistakes that immediately receive an offer of archival services.

    i reblogged this because Firefox asking whether it should save the password i just got wrong has the exact energy of a waiter appearing beside a shattered wine glass to ask if i would like that boxed up.

    no, thank you. i would like the browser to avert its eyes while i try the same password again with one capital letter, one exclamation point, and the rapidly deteriorating confidence of a man defusing a bomb he apparently assembled himself.

    the prompt has arrived before the verdict

    A hand partially closing a laptop above its keyboard, as if asking the computer to look away.
    the correct amount of eye contact after a failed login. photo: MarkJFernandes / Wikimedia Commons, CC0.

    the password manager is doing what password managers do: noticing a credential field and offering to remember what went into it. Mozilla’s own documentation explains the ordinary, useful version of this feature. the problem is that the prompt sometimes arrives with the timing of a documentary crew asking for comment while you are still falling down the stairs.

    the site has said “incorrect.” the browser has said “save this?” somewhere between those two systems is a tiny gap where context was supposed to live.

    this is one of the more specific humiliations produced by software that is determined to be proactive. autocorrect confidently preserving the wrong name. a calendar asking whether the meeting that just ruined your afternoon should repeat weekly. a shopping app inviting you to buy again the item you returned because it caught fire.

    the computer is not judging you. it has simply automated the part where a coworker repeats your mistake back to you in a meeting.

    good error recovery should understand shame

    Close-up photograph of a computer keyboard’s Caps Lock key.
    the smallest key with the largest potential to make this feel personal. photo: Tom Harpel / Wikimedia Commons, CC BY 2.0.

    software does not need emotions. it does need sequence. if the login failed, wait. if the login succeeds, then offer to save the credential. this is not artificial intelligence. it is artificial tact.

    an authentication screen is already an accusation with a text box attached. maybe the password is wrong. maybe Caps Lock is on. maybe the site changed its rules without telling anyone. maybe i am trying the password from a different account because every service demanded a unique one and then punished me for taking that advice seriously.

    none of these moments need a museum curator leaning into frame to ask, “shall we preserve this?”

    please forget what you have seen here

    password managers are good. unique passwords are good. having a browser remember them is much better than discovering, during an airport layover, that your one universal password has apparently become French.

    but help should arrive after success, not during the autopsy.

    Firefox, i appreciate the offer. for now, please close the tiny filing cabinet and let me fail privately.

  • queer and trans kids deserve to grow old

    queer and trans kids deserve to grow old

    on world suicide prevention day, the specialized 988 service for LGBTQ+ youth is still offline. queer and trans kids deserve more than… Read more

    If you need support right now: in the U.S., call or text 988, or use the chat at 988lifeline.org. LGBTQ+ young people can also call 1-866-488-7386, text START to 678-678, or chat with The Trevor Project. Both services are available 24/7.

    happy world suicide prevention day to everyone except the administration that saw a dedicated crisis line keeping queer kids alive and decided THAT was the waste of government spending to cut? trans and queer kids deserve to grow old. check on your friends, donate, and stay alive

    — schweg, (@schwegler.lol) 2026-09-10T20:17:52.499Z

    i posted this today because apparently World Suicide Prevention Day now requires a small asterisk.

    the country still has 988. you can call it. you can text it. a counselor will answer, and that matters. but the dedicated “Press 3” service that connected LGBTQ+ young people with specially trained counselors ended on July 17, 2025. the 988 Lifeline’s own FAQ still says the LGBTQ+ subnetwork is closed.

    Congress has since directed $33 million toward bringing specialized service back. in June, the Associated Press reported that the administration intends to relaunch it by the end of 2026, although the Trevor Project—the organization that helped build the service and handled about half of its 1.6 million contacts—may be excluded from the new network.

    so, on suicide prevention day, the dedicated service is currently a promise with an end-of-year deadline. an extremely federal form of hope: please remain in crisis until the procurement process concludes.

    A transgender young person speaks on the phone in a cozy bedroom while a trusted friend sits nearby holding a warm mug.

    staying alive is not an endorsement

    to the queer and trans kids who keep receiving the message that their existence is a budget problem, a political issue, a school-board agenda item, or an awkward subject adults would prefer to discuss without them: you do not have to become inspirational about any of this.

    you do not owe the world a triumphant speech. you do not have to forgive anybody. you do not have to prove that pain made you stronger, or turn survival into a tasteful before-and-after photo.

    you are allowed to stay alive because you love someone. because someone loves you. because your cat would be confused. because a game comes out next month. because you still need to hear one particular song live. because spite is renewable energy. because the version of you five years from now is doing something extremely ordinary and does not yet know how hard you worked to get them there.

    staying alive is not an endorsement of the conditions you are surviving. it is refusing to let those conditions write the ending.

    check on your people like you mean it

    “reach out if you need anything” is a kind sentiment and a terrible user interface. ask the second question. send food. sit on the phone. help make the appointment. offer a ride. stay while they text a counselor. if somebody tells you they are thinking about suicide, take them seriously, ask directly whether they are in immediate danger, and help connect them with crisis support.

    and if you have money, donate to the places still doing the work. The Trevor Project continues to provide free, confidential, affirming crisis care around the clock without the federal Press 3 contract. institutions love to describe community care as resilience after they have finished making it necessary.

    A diverse group of queer and transgender young adults laugh together while painting a colorful bench in a community garden.

    queer and trans kids deserve adulthood. boring errands. ugly apartments. friends who become family. jobs they complain about. haircuts they regret. group chats that outlive three phones. the chance to discover that growing up does not solve everything, but it does make the world larger than the room where somebody first told them they were wrong.

    stay alive. stay long enough to become inconvenient evidence that they failed to erase you.


    Need help now? Call or text 988. LGBTQ+ young people can contact The Trevor Project by calling 1-866-488-7386, texting START to 678-678, or using online chat. If there is immediate physical danger, call emergency services or go to the nearest emergency department.

  • adulthood remains three years away at all times

    adulthood remains three years away at all times

    every age eventually becomes the age when you were obviously a baby. this is inconvenient for anyone waiting to feel finished. Read more

    the most reliable feature of adulthood is that it remains about three years away at all times.

    i reblogged this little age ladder because it explains a process that has apparently been running in the background of my entire life. at 12, nine-year-old you was embarrassing. at 15, twelve-year-old you was a child. at 18, fifteen-year-old you had only recently acquired knees. then the increments break down, because every current version of you insists that this time the paperwork is final.

    it never is.

    there is no adult loading screen

    Lit candles spelling Happy Birthday across the top of a cake.
    the numbers change; the loading screen does not. photo: Ed g2s / Wikimedia Commons, CC0.

    i am 37, an age that sounded fully structural when i was 23. surely by 37 a person has stopped improvising. surely he wakes up already knowing which container lid fits, what day the recycling goes out, and whether an ache is an injury or just weather.

    instead, competence arrives in oddly specific departments. you can be the person everyone calls when a complicated thing breaks, then spend ten minutes searching for the phone that is currently playing a podcast into your hand. adulthood is less a promotion than an expanding set of permissions accompanied by no useful documentation.

    psychologists have tried to give some structure to this. the American Psychological Association describes “emerging adulthood” as roughly ages 18 through 29, a stretch shaped not only by development, but by housing, work, education, relationships, and an economy that has made several traditional milestones feel like luxury upgrades. researchers have also started talking about “established adulthood” from about 30 to 45: the alleged rush hour when work, care, money, health, and identity all decide they need to merge into the same lane.

    this is reassuring mostly because science has confirmed that everybody is busy and confused.

    the milestones keep moving because the person does

    Cardboard moving boxes stacked together in a room, ready for another life milestone.
    the unfinished person has acquired a new place to put the boxes. photo: Dr. Shaym Peesapati / Wikimedia Commons, CC BY-SA 4.0.

    we are taught to imagine adulthood as a row of fixed markers: graduate, move out, partner up, buy something with a roof, become mysteriously interested in grout. but milestones do not create a finished person. they just give the unfinished person somewhere new to put the boxes.

    every few years, i look back and discover that a previous version of me was doing his best with absolutely prehistoric information. sometimes he was cringe. sometimes he was scared. sometimes he made choices current me would like to appeal. he was also the only available employee.

    the useful part of realizing you never reach a final form is that nobody else does, either. the 24-year-old who seemed impossibly composed was probably just wearing a coat. the 45-year-old giving advice may be excellent at exactly one kind of Tuesday. your parents, bosses, doctors, and favorite authors are all operating from a save file that contains some baffling early decisions.

    you do not have to disown every earlier draft

    growth is real. so is the temptation to prove it by prosecuting every younger version of yourself. i would like to retire from that job.

    maybe maturity is not finally becoming the person who knows what he is doing. maybe it is becoming less shocked that you do not, asking better questions, apologizing faster, and extending a little backdated mercy to the kid who thought adulthood would arrive all at once.

    he was wrong, obviously. embarrassing. practically an infant.

  • Ocean Photographer of the Year 2026: Seahorse farewell

    A portrait capturing an extraordinary moment between an adult seahorse and two newly born juveniles in French Polynesia has been crowned the… Read more

    A portrait capturing an extraordinary moment between an adult seahorse and two newly born juveniles in French Polynesia has been crowned the overall winner of the Ocean Photographer of the Year 2026 competition.

    Source: Ocean Photographer of the Year 2026: Seahorse farewell wins competition | CNN

  • the internet has made me suspicious of talented parrots

    the internet has made me suspicious of talented parrots

    a parrot got a bob haircut and for one beautiful moment i believed in something Read more

    this morning i saw a video of a parrot getting a bob haircut.

    this is, objectively, exactly what the internet was invented for. not banking. not work email. not whatever LinkedIn is doing. a parrot sitting patiently while somebody gives it a tiny, immaculate little bob.

    i was delighted for approximately the amount of time it took my brain to remember that it is 2026.

    even more devastated that my gut reaction to amazing animal videos is now to google if it's AI or not

    — schweg, (@schwegler.lol) 2026-09-10T15:53:04.560Z

    and that is the part i hate more than the fake parrot.

    the fake parrot is fine. honestly, she looked incredible. whoever generated her understood the assignment. the problem is that my first reaction to something delightful online has quietly changed from oh my god look at this to okay but did this happen.

    we have somehow added a CAPTCHA to joy.

    now an animal does something implausibly charming and there is a tiny forensic investigator in my head checking the feathers. counting toes. watching the background. wondering why the barber’s hand briefly became an assortment of seafood.

    A green parrot perched on a person’s hand, illustrating the ordinary animal videos the internet has trained us to second-guess.
    Photo by ANBARASU THIRAVIYAM, via Wikimedia Commons, CC BY-SA 4.0.

    this is obviously not the largest problem created by generative AI. somewhere a lawyer is currently explaining to a judge why the case citations in his brief lead to Narnia. democracy has several concerns. artists have approximately seven thousand concerns.

    but this smaller thing still sucks.

    the internet used to have an informal bargain with me: if you showed me a baby elephant interrupting a television reporter, a raccoon stealing somebody’s phone, or a bird saying something with suspiciously good comedic timing, i was allowed to simply enjoy it until somebody in the replies explained that the video was actually from 2014.

    that was manageable misinformation. i could live like that.

    now every extremely good animal video arrives with homework.

    A green parakeet perched outdoors, accompanying a reflection on having to verify whether charming animal videos are real.
    Photo by Rayhan Rashid, via Wikimedia Commons, CC BY 2.0.

    and i don’t even particularly want to become good at detecting AI video, because that feels like learning to identify counterfeit money when all i wanted was to buy a little treat. i would prefer for the treat economy to contain fewer counterfeit dollars.

    mostly i am mourning the loss of being an easy mark for a talented bird.

    i want to see a parrot with a bob and think, good for her.

    instead i opened google.

  • fair is still fair, actually

    the haircut, the motorbike, the extremely reasonable demand for $608: cinema used to understand a labor dispute. Read more

    the haircut, the motorbike, the extremely reasonable demand for $608: cinema used to understand a labor dispute.

    Source: YouTube