Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of June 16, 2024
Whenever I see a clip of President Joe Biden, I can’t help but think that he’s really just the most active hospice patient ever.
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I Believe... [Playing the Game Better]
...that the drooling MAGA crowd are a lot better at the cancel and boycott game than the Progressive Left.
I was Trying to Write Something About the New Year but I Wrote Whatever This is Instead
I think about writing, “I think about writing nothing ever again, because what’s the point in it,” but that isn’t true; I never actually thought that, it’s just a thing that enters my head as something I could write. It’s the sort of thing someone might think, probably. Not this someone, though — no, probably, I’m too convinced of my own worthiness as a writer to ever consider simply not writing. What would be the point in that?
The Answers to All the Great Mysteries Are Found in the Laundry
within the simple task of gathering up your smelly socks and the pair of jeans with the ketchup stain near the crotch and hopefully using that Tide Pod for its intended use is the all important, elusive Meaning of Life.
How do you want to be defined? By one action? By some opinion that could evolve? By a mistake, regrettable only with hindsight? Or by the sum of your parts? Okay, do that for other people. Start the trend.