may 11 in idea barrages

If I knew someone named Scott who worked at a Taco Bell, I would go there every day and say “Scotty! Bean me up!” until he quit or killed me.

Too fried by all the things going on right now to do anything other than tab between websites waiting for something novel to magically appear, too wired to sleep. Lovely.

Behind every photo of an attractive “people you may know” person, there is a profile filled with pictures of them with a partner that is probably better looking than you and definitely has more money. It’s a fun little game facebook plays to hurt you!

Will Al Roker’s eldest child by The Rokest? Was his father simply Roke?

A horror film about a serial killer whose sole calling card is the plaintive wail of the pan flute and it’s called ZAMFEAR.

If people need help, help. If they’re not of your tribe geographically, as people up here say not to help sick folks in NYC, this doesn’t discharge your duty. They’re in danger, we help. That’s it. Anything else is cowardly selfishness hiding behind the apron of imaginary lines.

I dance so poorly I can turn it into a can’t can’t.

The idea that you only vote for espoused policy and personality is killing democracy. Someone whose ideas you like and you like but doesn’t know the process, how to negotiate, compromise, delegate to experts, build consensus… that’s a failure in a democracy.