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Wednesday, May 5   >>


Let's just write about stuff we like.

Writing about stuff we don't like isn't very fun. It takes a lot of energy to transform dislike to entertainment. And only a few people can get away with this model consistently.

They are called professional comedians.

The things you don't like are things someone else probably likes. And they'll probably write about it, too.

And, in the long term, their praise to their community will have a far greater impact than even the most beautifully worded manifesto.

It isn't simply "be nicer." It's simply "stop wasting your time."


For so many years, I thought this song was a remix of a George Michael song I'd never heard before.

...and while I do consider this one of my favorite pop tracks, I can't help but always have ecstasy-laden imagery in my head of shirtless gays dancing to this in some Brooklyn speakeasy.

Jello shots, boys?
And then they all run to the bar with their arms in the air.

Yeah, that's a stereotype.