Hugh Jackman looks like a skinny guy until he takes his shirt off. Then he doesn’t look skinny anymore.
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I created a Facebook account in 2012 but didn’t really post much until 2014. In 2018 I deleted my account (for secret reasons). It was a relief to let it go, but also a little sad. I quickly lost tabs of friends and extended family. Of course we still talk now and again, but I am much less aware of what’s going on in their day to day lives. Nevertheless I’m glad I left.
In an act of unbridled vanity, I have archived all the old posts here.
My Posts
I hate the word research. We need to ban anybody who is not a Phd candidate from using it.
“I did the research” ≠ “I googled it and confirmed my suspicions.”
BREAKING: Google announces slate of products carefully designed to be canceled in 2018.
Just to be clear, we’re the bad guys now.
Idea: Uber, but for hailing a lawyer.
BREAKING: Tump accuses democrats of conducting a witch hunt, casts a punishing curse, disaperates in a cloud of black smoke.
I don’t know about you guys but I think an accounting firm mixing up envelopes at an awards show is the biggest problem facing America today. #boycottPWC
Choosing a seat on an airplane is all about balancing competing anxieties and discomforts.
Facebook should have a way for me to privately rate posts and then if someone’s average rating drops too low I can unfollow them.
I made a cauliflower pizza crust. But instead of cauliflower I used regular flour. Turned out 👌🏿
Maybe step one here is to contact your kids’ schools and let them know you support respect and accommodations for transgender students. Sophie’s school doesn’t really need to hear it but I emailed the director of student services anyway.
How great would it be if schools all over Phoenix got this message today.
Correction: Three years and four days.
I’m not a fan of the “where there’s smoke there’s fire” trope (because it is neither literally nor figuratively true) but seriously Uber… This is like strike 14, 15, 16, and 17. You’re out.
Dear businesses who send me happy birthday emails:
Stop. It is creepy. You’re not my mom. You’re not my family. You’re not my friend. I don’t even like you.
It isn’t my birthday yet.
The decision to launch the weapons was mine alone to make…Everything would happen so fast that I wondered how much planning or reason could be applied in such a crisis. … a nuclear war couldn’t be won by either side. It must never be fought. Ronald Regan
I get my news from Breitbart, I’m rash and make poor decisions, and I’m not really what you’d call a “thinker?. Donald Trump (paraphrased)
Donald Trump concerns ranked by how much I care about them:
1: Racism, misogyny, islamophobia, muslim bans, dishonesty, incompetence, cruelty, indecency, poor grasp of national security, conflicts of interest, attacks on the press…
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99,999: How much it costs tax payers for the secret service to protect his family.
I started listening to lectures about Don Quixote last night and the prof inadvertently answered a question I’ve wondered about for 25 years, which is why Mexico is pronounced “Mejico” but spelled with an “x”.
These kind of things make me happy.
Fact: The phrase “It’s simple economics” is always preceded by a statement that is false and has nothing to do with economics.
Instead of playing Jeopardy maybe IBM’s Watson should start insta-checking Trump press conferences. Real time on the fly “Actually…” notifications. We could wire them into live news feeds.
One forgets the effect on Japan as one senses the foundation of one’s own universe trembling. New York Herald Tribune, August 7, 1945 (the day after Hiroshima)
I have an idea. Let’s trade Trump to Putin in exchange for Edward Snowden.
Then pardon Snowden.
I was going to tell Mamie to BE MINE but then I remembered owning people is wrong and making strict demands isn’t conducive to a healthy relationship and besides that’s kind of greedy.
So I am making a nice dinner instead.
I have the best valentine. But, you know, I hope you all have a good one too.
The (second) sacking of Michael Flynn is good news. Russian impropriety aside, he is an ugly, hateful Islamaphobe and he should never have been given a title that suggested his views were acceptable.
Thinking of this lovely sentiment today:
I was one of the most fearful, but pretending to be brave, to encourage the others, I became courageous too. Lotte in The Sorrows of Young Werther
Sophia: [sitting on the couch in a bra and pants watching Bob Ross]
Me: You don’t have a shirt on.
Sophia: I was hot.
Me: You are very strange.
Sophia: You’re the one making it weird dad.
There are some things I’m so unqualified to judge that I’m not even qualified to judge which people are qualified to judge.
Sophie and I are shopping for pants for her which is a hoot because neither of us have any clue what we’re doing. How the heck can she be either a 4 or a 29?! And why are there no lengths?
I think I’m just going to buy her boy pants where the sizes make sense.
Sophia in front of this clothing store that doesn’t open for another 5 minutes: “Huh, people are lining up here. I didn’t know that was a thing.”
Citizens of Midland City, I salute you. You have given a home to a masterpiece! Rabo Karabekian