What the fuck? These assholes stole my catchphrase

I have learned to circumvent this issue by simply never being important enough to be invited to formal events.

It’s worked well thus far, though nobody seems to notice.

Probably a bug I was saving for dinner? I don’t anticipate I’ll have a whole lot to bring with me at that point.

I used to mix it in with fried rice that’d been left sitting out for too long and turned really dry. Gives it some moisture and a vinegary edge, but probably not for everyone, since ketchup’s trademark is stomping all over the subtle flavors of a dish.

When I was in elementary school, I’d dip my pizza crusts in ketchup at lunchtime. I still do that every now and then with Sriracha ketchup

Also, same elementary school lunch: on pizza days, they also used to give us a side of tricolor fusilli straight-up. Just plain pasta without even so much as a little olive oil. So, fuck it. It got blasted with 'chup.

Same. I like to start with A Period of Cream first, though

Me, but instead of affecting her clothes in any way, The Hand™️ activates my neurons by drawing the two circles on her face

Reports that the president was later heard remarking to staffers that, in addition, it was also, “mega bodacious,” and “tubular to the max.” Unsubstantiated rumors follow that the president punctuated this statement with a “cowabunga.” More as this develops.

I’m biased towards Y2K from the nostalgia, since those were the prime years of my childhood right before my teenage years kicked in.

But, I love the design of that time because of how obsessed with futurism everything was. It took the future chic look of the mid-late '60s and revamped it, taking that hype for the future- with the Space Race- bringing it back, and updating it for the Information Age.

It felt like we, as a society, had so much optimism for the world that was to come. So, if anything, I think that’s what I’m mostly nostalgic for. I was so excited to grow up in that world. Damn.

To be fair, from this screenshot, I can’t concretely tell if he’s actually speaking words. He could be staring in the camera going “ma ma ma bababa wiwiwihiiiiiiiii baba” for 10 minutes straight. I turned my phone all the way up, but the picture still doesn’t have sound, so I don’t know :(

I’m not sure what I think the most beautiful song I’ve ever heard is, but I know my mind usually goes to two songs:

Pastoral, by a man who went by the name of Moondog. He was a legendary blind composer, playing on the streets of New York City between the late '40s through to the early '70s.

He’s kind of a “your favorite musician’s favorite musician’s favorite musician” figure, and was known to play several instruments of his own invention (one of which I believe is used in this song, but I’m not sure). This is a very minimal song, but beauty doesn’t always demand grandeur.

Second would be Slips Away by Peter Silberman, the lead singer of a band called The Antlers (who also have a bunch of really moving tracks in their discography).

This one is also very simple, and quite melancholy, but I think it says all that needs saying. If I have a funeral when I pass, I’d really like this to be played at it.

some people have more time than brain cells ❤️