What if a spam comment had a stroke? (NSFW, and also not safe for trying to comprehend.)

Boats in Camden, Me. Even a crummy photographer lucks into one now and again.

Soft as butter and scared of everything is no way to go through life, ma'am.

Those of you eager to serve wealthy MLB owners as volunteer Pinkertons won’t like to read this, but as usual Joe Sheehan nails the real problem:

I’m wrong about something I ought to have known. Withdrawn.

Ewww.

The Heritage Foundation is a terrorist organization and in 2029 I hope we deal with it accordingly.

Film you've watched more than six times with a gif. Hard mode: no Star Trek, Star Wars, LOTR, Marvel, Disney, or Ghibli.

I’m amazed the car wasn’t a fireball spraying out pathogens within an hour, seeing how everyone knows that (checks) plastic water bottles are basically Molotov cocktails waiting to assassinate the incautious.

Happy to say I'm part of the writing crew for Star Wars: A Celebration, announced yesterday at SDCC. Always fun setting sail with the good folks at @dkbooks.bsky.social and @dkbooksus.bsky.social! Hope this means I see you in Anaheim!

In which Emily Wilson nails the right-wing pop-culture grift dating back (at least) to TLJ. Just ignore these awful people and their cynical dreck; as with so much else they do, there isn’t even a scintilla of good faith in the argument.

Some scenes from the reconstructed Wesleyan Chapel and the Women’s Rights National Historical Park in bucolic Seneca Falls, NY.

From the Corning Museum of Glass. For those of you wondering, yes, it’s pre-TLJ. An interpretation of a Durer woodcut of a lynx, in fact.

I enjoyed this root beer float.

Hello from Binghamton, home of the Rumble Ponies! These Mets employees haven’t angered/disappointed us yet!

pausa de hidratación

This could hold its own with any scene in Spinal Tap.

Oh joy.

Yeah, but does he have a tattoo of me?

I see a certain Very Stable Genius got dog-walked again. Art of the Deal my ass -- he's playing one-dimensional chess.

Caenumarchy. My Latin’s a little rusty, so that could be improved on. But it gets the idea across.

Loved the Athletic portrait of Rick Sweet, who's closing in on the record for wins by a minor-league manager. (Link below.) Sweet was a Met for three games in April 1982; here's the custom card I made for him, because I'm me.

🎶 I’ve got flowers. 🎶

This is a violation of the Geneva Conventions.

Pretty much the same view without some old fucker in the way.

Pretty good composition for shooting blind in the bright sun.

Oh thank God, I was at fuckin’ sea here.

Benson’s Ice Cream, one of the world’s great good places.