Morgan Richter
@morganrichter
Author of THE DIVIDE and THE UNDERSTUDY, both from Knopf. Gen-X pop culture maven, Duran Duran aficionado, Miami Vice expert. Failed screenwriter, retired YouTuber.
Hanging out in Anchorage, spying on moose from a respectful distance.
Author Giles Blunt would no doubt be shattered to know that a sloppy, scammy, AI-written pitch from a fake book club was lazily sent to me instead of to him. I received my own scammy pitch as well, and boy howdy, there's nothing more soullessly glib and obnoxious than AI-written marketing text.
Every author, upon entering any public library, immediately heads to the shelf upon which their books should be shelved and takes the equivalent of this photo, right? Right? Just me?
I picked up these adorable bunny socks at the local Japanese discount store today, but my bunion-plagued feet (I walk ~13-15 miles per weekday) have made the bunnies look more like llamas.
"NO SLEEP 'TIL BROOKLYN" I cry, as I enter the Unicorn Tapestries display at The Cloisters, after having spent the morning at the Metropolitan Museum, satiated by exposure to art, yet dearly longing to return to the calm, quiet loft in Brooklyn where I've been staying for a bit.
Excerpt from a best-selling YA book, which I am enjoying, but this passage made me blink. "Chased criminals that they always caught"? Huh? Miami Vice was an *unfathomably* bleak show, in which justice was never really served. That was the whole point of the series!
We don't usually see each other's headers. Here's mine. Quote post with yours. (Also, please consider adding my weird neo-noir thriller The Divide to your reading list. It earned lovely reviews, including a handful of highly flattering Chandler comparisons, but it never quite found its audience.)
Did you know that Tim Capello appeared in a season-three (1986-1987) Miami Vice episode, in which he looked like he arrived straight from the set of The Lost Boys? The screenshot is from a blog post I wrote back in 2015, because that's how long I've been telling people about this.
Damn it, Google. I was searching for the website for the Don't Yell At Me chain of tea shops (which I misremembered as Please Don't Yell At Me), and instead I got Google's AI getting *very precious* about my feelings. That's nice, Google. Can you just give me my search results instead?
After seeing everyone else's attempts to google "disregard," I tried it for myself and got the following. This is no way to run a search engine.
I feel like not enough people know that the creepy animatronic head at the core of Duran Duran's iconic Wild Boys video, shot at Pinewood Studios, is *literally* the rubber cast of Patrick Stewart's head used in Tobe Hooper's Lifeforce, which was shot at Pinewood Studios *right* before Wild Boys.
No love for the Escalator of Life video? Come on, it's *amazing.* Peak 1982. Dead-eyed and sinister rich folks/animated mannequins in fancy attire singing their way through an empty shopping mall. It's at least as creepy as it is campy, and I love it madly. Song's awfully catchy, too.
I'd pick either Highlander or Big Trouble in Little China, but both are absolutely flawless films that need no remaking. So I'm going to go with Solarbabies, because *absolutely no one* will get upset if my remake (somehow) turns out worse than the original.
“Hmm, how can I sell an author on my transparently scammy book-marketing services? Maybe I should email her an AI-written summary of all her bad reviews, then insult her pop culture tastes!”
@rodman.bsky.social I'm sure you already know, but in case you missed it, you make an unexpected cameo (in a thoroughly benign way) in Slate's new lengthy piece on the Black Dahlia case: slate.com/culture/2026...
I always appreciated this gag from an early Universal Studios-shot episode of The A-Team, an in-joke so good they added it to the opening credits.
My sister impulse-purchased a bag of plain potato chips imported from Mexico, and inside the bag it included packets of hot sauce, which is strangely endearing. Like, who's gonna want to eat potato chips without hot sauce?
"Seeking experts to help shape AI's understanding of literature." Cute. For SO MANY REASONS, I'm gonna pass on applying for this one, thanks. (Not my biggest issue, but the salary range is listed as, ahem, "$6-$65 an hour + tips." That's a hell of a range, and also: a tip-based writing/editing job?)
In the wake of the Mia Ballard "Shy Girl" fiasco, I'm seeing valid concerns that AI has doomed publishing, but look: Readers clocked something phony about Ballard's writing and loudly objected, forcing Hachette to pull the book. Readers are smart, and this *could* deter others from trying this crap.
I just saw this ad, and now I have so many questions in desperate need of answers.
I logged into Facebook for the first time in a while, and I was immediately greeted by a barrage of suggested (yet very pointed) Facebook Reels that are being EXTREMELY JUDGMENTAL of me.
"Friends" is a beloved American sitcom that aired from 1994 to 2004, following six young adults—Rachel, Ross, Monica, Chandler, Joey, and Phoebe—living in New York City. The show explores their friendships, romances, careers, and personal growth over ten seasons.
Nice! Yeah, same with my childhood home. My sister and I live together, at least in part because after our parents died, we wanted to keep all the books--mine, hers, theirs--in one place.
Per yesterday's Rolling Stone piece (www.rollingstone.com/politics/pol...), $28 million of that went straight to Melania. Which is a mighty hefty chunk of that budget!
Tonight I watched a forgotten horror film from 1977 that featured the screen debut of Sexy Young Stephen Tobolowsky (playing a nubile young stable boy), and I'm still trying to wrap my brain around it.
Yes, yes, Dry January is all very nice and good and virtuous, but everything is terrible right now, and I happened to see a label this morning for a sparkling wine that spoke to my deepest soul.
Taking a brief stroll down Talk Soup memory lane. Delighted to see that my hairstyle has not changed one whit from 1997.
I've dusted off my relevant Duranalysis cartoon from a decade or so ago, just to drill home the ludicrous awesomeness of this particular music video.
This was eight years ago, my first year in Seattle, feeding the ducks in Volunteer Park on Christmas morning. I hope all ducks are warm and happy and full of nuts today.