Tbh, as much as people refer to Frontier as “A greyhound bus, but in the sky,” I experience it more as “Eastern Airlines, circa 1986.”

It’s fine, and I flew round trip to Orlando for $48.

In the unlikely event of an emergency landing this tray table is optimally designed for jabbing into your liver.

Posit: a 2 1/2 hour flight from PHL to MCO can be filled entirely with original, remastered, and covered versions of Led Zepplin’s Immigrant Song.

Concept: Random Name Generator, but the first word is an 80’s band, and the second word is a Canadian food.

Tears for Poutine
Kaja Pemican
Depeche Back Bacon

Modest proposal: we drop the negative body image association with the word “fatberg”, and instead refer to this phenomenon as a “Trumpclot”


OH: “that opens up a whole door for using... mid evil lyrics...”

Of the three men featured here, all of whom were fixtures of my youth, George “The Animal” Steele lived the longest. To wit, I can draw two conclusions regarding the essential elements of hearty longevity:

1) Shoulder hair
2) A steady diet of turnbuckle-fillings


Ben boosted

My phone just tried to autocomplete a payment form with “Hahahahahaha” in the credit card number section.

This is lovely and amusing for a number of reasons, not the least of which is that it refers to the text as something which will be “expanded in a forthcoming series of articles in _Overtones_ in early 1998.”


My next door neighbor is practicing Head Over Heels and that song is now going to be in my head for weeks.

But still, they sound alright.

I’m imaging that they’re practicing for a NYE gig, and now I desperately want to know where.

Watching the kids play Zelda on the new Switch, which will be kept at my place for “safe keeping, and the sanity of everyone else who would need to listen to you two kids bicker over who’s turn it is.”

“For unto you this day is born in the City of Brotherly Love, a Flyer.”

I honestly think that arguing about Die Hard is fairly concocted. Following are much better fodder for “is it a Christmas movie” discussions:

- Star Trek III - The Search for Spock
- The Prestige
- Casino Royale
- The Magnificent Seven

Let’s take a moment today, pause with the cavalcade of unwrapping and maelstrom of flying bits of tinsel, calm the shrieking and shouting and gather together to think... think, about the children.


This year I had to make these without the use of the pasta machine, which is at the house. More difficult was making them without the kids, but I’m looking forward to sharing these with them tomorrow afternoon.

These are pierogis, which I gather are typically boiled and eaten on Christmas Eve. We only ever boiled them and then fried them with onions and kielbasa on Christmas Day. (Alas, Krakaus Market in Port Richmond apparently closed in August, so I had to make due w/ mass-market kielbasa).

Ever since I was a 36 year old boy, when I received an authentic Gayageum for Christmas, I’ve dreamed of doing this with it: youtu.be/naEagcsjLNw

John Randolph in a sweater vest sleeping in front of the tv in Christmas Vacation is my spirit animal.

To paraphrase Steve Martin, “I was born a bald, 80 year old Jewish man.”

Current Status: Christmas Vacation, wrapping caramels, trying to decide if I should wrap the one present I bought for myself.

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