The pair of boots I just bought under the influence of Nyquil will be a nice surprise for Healthy Me later this week, but wait ’til she gets the bag of springs.
My favorite typo to date: unicornically and unironically are two different words, insofar as one is a word and the other is a delight.
Posh citrus company, “navels handpicked” is not as appetizing a headline as you might imagine. This is why you hire editors.
I’m well satisfied with the opening paragraph of my review of tonight’s American Horror Story: Roanoke.
text: “For the entire run of American Horror Story: Roanoke, I’ve pointed out its fictionalized images of real horrors visited upon black Americans, some for centuries and some more recent. And for the entire run of the installment, some readers have told me I’m imagining a significance that isn’t present in the show. In ‘Chapter 9,’ where a police officer asks a screaming black woman if she’s survived ‘a lynch mob,’ and where much of the footage comes from police body cams, if you don’t see that underlying theme, it’s because you’re determined not to see it.”
I’ll be donating my payment for tonight’s review to The ACLU, because we woke up to a true American nightmare, and I’ll do what I can to make it easier and make it end.
uhhhhhhhhhhh, how you doing, NPR? You wanna talk about anything? You need a hug, maybe?
me, in my head: Maybe if I just give up and lie down, dinner will appear.
Dennis, aloud: I’m going to go get us dinner!
me: IT WORKED