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The trailer for EVERYONE IS LYING TO YOU FOR MONEY. In select theaters starting April 17th 🍿🤑🤣

The young'ns don't know! In 1996, my high school's anti drug presentation (auditorium with giant projection screen) was so graphic and disturbing that two people threw up and someone passed out.

Right on. 1989, my dad made 30k a year at a union job working 3rd shift and my mom stayed home selling Avon and Tupperware occasionally. The second my youngest sibling (of three) started full time elementary school, my dad bounced because they were drowning in debt and my mom refused to get a job.

Learned a lot about Sri Lanka yesterday to reassure my mother that her Buddhist Monk Internet Friend is safe to travel there to pick up his Bodhi tree. My mom can't watch British or Australian TV shows without subtitles but she was saying words in Pāļi like it was nothing.

Business card for Cleotha and Joanne Lax, owners and chefs of CJs Catering and Eats 314-304-9519 No job too big or too small!

Had lunch catered by these gals yesterday and it was incredible. We were all fighting over their business cards until we remembered we have phones that can take pictures.

I never drank apple juice again after that movie.

Just got confronted by this on Instagram and it’s still too soon 😭

#Artaaaaaax

I rewatched all of Twin Peaks recently. I can't shake the notion that this country is run by dozens of Ben and Jerry Hornes (more Jerrys than Bens every day). Bottomless greed, no empathy, all insecurity and exposed nerves. Terrified pre-teens with corporate credit cards and oppositional defiance.

Can confirm: Silly Old Bear (golden honey ice cream) and Piglet's Red Balloon (strawberry ice cream with a raspberry jam swirl) are 100% worthy of the Wood. Clementine's is still licking it after a whole decade in the biz.

One retired from a sand mine with almost all of his fingers intact, lived in a house without a bathroom until he died in his 80s. The other was an alcoholic security guard, shot my grandma once during an argument (she was fine) and died of emphysema when he was 54. #nailedit

I went to maybe five AWPs in my youth and my main activity was running to the grocery store and donating fresh fruit and snacks to friends trapped in exhibit booths.

What a stinker

Screenshot of an email from Clementines Naughty and Nice creamery advertising the March flavors of the month, which are Winnie the Pooh themed. Says A HUNDRED YEARS OF POOH, FOUR VERY SCOOPABLE ADVENTURES.

Nothing has made me laugh this week except this promo email from the ice cream parlor in our neighborhood. We're going out for scoops of Pooh after work today. Just out here yelling SCOOPS OF POOH at the slightest provocatiion.

Good Time Jesus Jesus got up one day a little later than usual. He had been dreaming so deep there was nothing left in his head. What was it? A nightmare, dead bodies walking all around him, eyes rolled back, skin falling off. But he wasn’t afraid of that. It was a beautiful day. How ’bout some coffee? Don’t mind if I do. Take a little ride on my donkey, I love that donkey. Hell, I love everybody. James Tate 1979

I think the only recourse is the violent amplification of Jesus as a source of radical acceptance, compassion, joy and solid party vibes. Good Time Jesus, your day has finally arrived..

In like, fifteen years, I've emailed her a handful of times, usually while sending myself cute pictures of my cats.

It's a weird thing having almost the same email as a Texas oil CEO. Today I got an email from a Trudy Beakman type who is moving into the condo next door and wants permission to install a tasteful armoire in the foyer, and another from a sweaty finance Chad who is Very Concerned about the Covenant.

An oil painting by Vicente Telles called the Here Comes Vicente. Figure is wearing a T-shirt that says TRUTH X POWER, a burlap bean sack over their head, and a cactus on a string around their neck. They are holding a thin stick in one hand and in the other a tub of Morrell's Snow Cap lard with a pigeon perched on top of it. The pigeon has a tiny blue pot over its head.

Today was the opening reception of the final exhibition at the museum of contemporary religious art (MOCRA) at SLU and I got all choked up. The show is a retrospective and it
was like visiting old friends.

There were also lots of actual old friends in attendance there, too. The end of an era.

I started using a crossbody tether strap with my phone recently and it's really been a lifesaver. Every time I have the impulse to throw my phone away from me, I just do it. Not as satisfying as chucking it into the sea, but better for the environment.

Good thing to remember online right now is that everyone here is very emotionally dysregulated and dealing with that by posting

Mississippi River overlook at Cliff Cave State Park.

✅

It's a great day to get outside and air out your ears, eyes, and brain. Let your shizz flap in the breeze. A little sunbleach will help a lot.

Forgotten fascism Josephine Riesman on authoritarianism’s early warning system

TODAY: @josie.zone on the teacher who taught her to expect, and plan for, the worst. "Napoleon III’s rule did not last forever, nor did Hitler’s or Mussolini’s. These conflagrations burn themselves out. But keep your eyes open while the inferno surges." flaminghydra.com/issue-512/#n...

Happy 30th birthday to all Pokemons who like dancing to Enya

Just saying Douglas in my head, like Kate does when she's drunk, over and over again. Doogluss

my uncle runs a place in Anchorage that serves fish and chips, and he named the half portion the "Texas size" which is just an incredible troll

It's better than Season 1 Archer. And I loved Season 1 Archer.

Strip Law Episode 2 Crypt Law makes a multilayered joke about boring millennials that lasts a MICROSECOND and yet has broken my spirit for the day. #LeaveSufjanAlone

Yes, I started playing Disco Elysium after the Tik Tok cosplay dance video was posted. Before I bought the rice cooker.

Imma play Disco Elysium until Cheeto Mussolini is done lying for the night. Will donate $5 to the shitpost telethon every time I die (I die a lot).

Take a selfie on the first day you feel kinda okay. It's a moment that sticks with you. I'd had my cat for 17 years when he noped out on me and five years later I still think of him every day, but it doesn't hurt anymore. Hugs