Allison Otting

Thank you to the UX designer who decided that messages that were sent immediately after another have a smaller gap than those who were sent 5+ minutes apart.

Hey, so do those creepy bleached white eyeballs in YouTube thumbnails actually improve click-through-rate, or is it just myth among creators?

I don't know where you're getting this narrative. As someone who has watched a lot of both of you over the last few years (measuring monetarily, I was 10x the fan of you over him) it's so disappointing to see you perpetuate this. Obv you don't owe fans or patrons anything, but please. This is false.

Respectfully, the aesthetics of the new Apple update SUCK

This is masculinity too

Also it’s not that deep —obviously she’s a business woman as well as a pop star. But as a former enthusiastic fan, the introduction of this feels… purely transactional

If Taylor Swift and that football man ever break up, it’s going to be so embarrassing that she announced her next album on her ex-boyfriend’s podcast. It also brings the sincerity of the album into question—is it art or a commodity?

Don’t ask me what Rory is doing in her half. Hopefully something with Paris Geller.

Lorelei, still holding the Labubu, stands alone next to the drink cart. She sighs, drops the Labubu into the trash and follows them into the dining room. Fade to black, Executive Producer Amy Sherman-Palladino.

She’s pointing to the doll.
“Mom, it’s a Labubu” Lorelei gives an accelerating ramble about Labubu culture but gets cut off.
“They’re bag charms?” Emily asks. Lorelei starts to answer, but again is cut off by Emily saying “what a ridiculous waste of time” before she leads Rory into the dining room.

“Mom, no!” Rory says. “I thought you said you’d never—”
“I almost named him Tom Selleck because he was the hairest guy I could think of, but then I remembered the avocado farm scandal and—“
We hear Emily’s Gilmore’s voice: “Oh my god, what is that?!”

Episode cuts to Rory arriving at Friday night dinner. The maid leads her into the living room where Lorelei is waiting. She says “I have something to tell you…” and then holds up the most customized Labubu you’ve ever seen with a massive grin.

Luke turns to walk away and a Labubu with a backwards baseball cap, a flannel shirt and a tiny ordering pad and pencil is clipped to his belt. Lorelei yells “not you too!” Luke responds “Oh this thing? April gave it to me. It’s actually kind of cute” and Lorelei screams.

After many of these reveals, Lorelei sits down exasperated at Luke’s and ranting about how everyone is susceptible to trends while she orders lunch. He’s grumbling things like “tell me about it” and “bunch of sheep.” She finishes her rant with her food order (“just a punch bowl of coffee, thanks”).

Lorelei spends her week running around doing her typical town things. One by one she sees the townies with their Labubus. Michel’s is decked out in Gucci. Babette and Maury are pushing theirs around in a stroller. Kirk is trying to resell obvious Lafufus after buying them thinking they were legit.

Gilmore Girls in 2025: Rory and Lorelei are talking on the phone and Lorelei is ranting about how she doesn’t understand Labubus. After half a dozen beanie baby references she vows to never get a Labubu because they’re ridiculous.

Rosie follows me on Twitter. I like to think she would have loved this joke.

Koosh balls of mass destruction

I miss being Mormon because at least a couple times a year I’d be at an event where there were those tiny frozen cream puffs or homemade Oreo truffles, and I would find make it my mission to eat as many as I could without anyone noticing

meanwhile on YouTube

I couldn’t stop thinking about this image, so I made it my lock screen

Sorry, I actually don’t have any scripts installed—this is just built into grundos.cafe

You gotta hide stuff behind the walls

A screenshot from a retro version of neopets. A green Y2K looking fairy looks at the viewer, and the text below reads "Where is my Bucket of Slops?" Below that is a picture of a wooden bucket with unidentifiable sludge and flies swirling above it.

Me pulling up to the drive thru window:

I don’t drink, but I fear the day a police officer asks me to say the alphabet backwards.

everyone just remembers the end

This is a message for the NYT games editors in regards to February 21st edition of Strands:

Men will literally be haunted by their old business partner and three spirits instead of going to therapy.

A really “deep fried” image of a crying emoji that has been warped and zoomed in so its lines are wobbly, and its very pixelated. The idea this poster is trying to convey is “pathetic and devastated.”

Wendy’s spicy chicken sandwich is possibly the most perfect fast food sandwich in the USA. I miss it so much.