9/30/23: Um… can’t you just say, “good job?”

9/24/23: I was overcome by a sense of desolation, or rather of deterioration, which leads to hatred, for having lost so much time on a man who only sees me as a piece of ass and a well-known writer. (If you like this abridged sentence, you’ll absolutely love Annie Ernaux’s Getting Lost.)

9/23/23: I thought about how some dogs have a rough time on the streets, and others live comfortably in lovely homes with friendly people. And some live in nice houses with mean people. And maybe the dogs who have it rough are actually happy. We’re all alike, aren’t we?

9/17/23: As I write this, the Giants are losing to the Cardinals 17-0, and last week they lost to the Cowboys 40-0. What can you do when everything’s going wrong and it feels like the whole world is against you? There’s only one solution: have a drink on the rocks.

9/9/23: First published in 1962, the short story collection Eleven Kinds of Loneliness, described by Nicholas Lezard in The Guardian as “the kind of book you sneak off to read when you should be doing something else,” is a marvel of unhappiness. I’m obsessed with it.

9/8/23: Someone actually finally figured it out! Everything makes total sense now! It works like this: the Big Bang created artificial intelligence, which created the solar system, and then humans created algorithms, which created new humans who made politics and auto-tuning.

9/7/23: The final season of Billions is underway and Damian Lewis is back as Axe, which is cool, but I still don’t understand how a world exists—even a small TV world—where every person clarifies their thoughts by quoting films and pop music. Also, Kareem in Grant’s Tomb? Huh?

8/31/23: Milk Duds used to be better. Right?

7/15/23: Anthony Carrigan in Barry—the absolute best.