feb 10 in idea barrages

I feel like a boulder teetering on the edge of some high cliff, not quite falling, not quite standing still, all potential energy, waiting for one more little push toward disaster or glory or both.

Cobra Commander playing a flute to snake charm would be meta Cobra Commander, Cobra Commander cobra commanding.

Afraid others would think it gross, the roommates didn’t let others know that they shared the same deodorant. It was their little Secret.

There must’ve been at least one kid named Wayne Chung whose childhood was ruined by that Everybody Wang Chung song.

About the only bad thing one can say about Kristen Bell, as far as I can tell, is that she reminds Dax Shepard exists.

The irony that something called “Saturday Night Live” has been a shambling shell of itself for like twenty years now, lurching forward on thoughtless momentum, subsisting on eating its own past and little else, is basically Saturday Night Undead, is pretty neat.

He was a virtuoso of drunkeness, a veritable Bottlecelli.

Between Bryant and Trump, I am really really sick of the news cycle being dominated by sex criminals evading justice and/or being elevated to the godhead with their crimes ignored.