James Lileks

Every 5th tweet is now “promoted,” and they’re rapidly heading into “One weird trick to lower liver fungus insurance rate doctors hate” territory

You can say that some of the alternative suggested endings for “the Undoing” were unrealistic, but I think they opened the door for that with the amount of staircase in Nicole Kidman’s brownstone

This Netflix show has a warning for “Substances,” suggesting future shows will alert me to plots that have “Essences” and “Manifestations” and perhaps “Corporeal Themes, Smoking”

I hope there’s a 2nd season of that NXIVM documentary, because 9 hours of rueful recollections intercut with platitudinous twaddle from a dweeb with the charisma of a damp muffin only whetted my appetite

Dreamed that I tried to leave the house and was ambushed by a cameraman stationed outside to catch me in the act of sedition. He had a mask and glasses like the FBI’s Unabomber sketch. Woke with such fear I cracked my head on the headboard.

Whatever I mistakenly tweeted was due to my phone moving around in my pocket while I struggle with a pole to put up Christmas lights.

Gah, I meant “Skip Recap,” who is like the other Skip, but a much better storyteller.

The horror of accidentally hitting “skip intro” on a show that was on hiatus for two years

I will not let him patrol the perimeter tonight, though. Got patched up at the vet and checked over; he’s fine. Extra shots just to be sure.

Just voted; there was a longer line for “Ishtar” tickets! (If Twitter had been around in 1988)

My ten-year streak of refusing to join the Gap Loyalty Program remains unbroken. Today it felt like the clerk resented my resistance. I ended up saying, gently, “I just want to buy a pair of pants, not join the Army” and that was the end of that

Deleted a tweet that was intended for the search field; inadvertently stumbled in one of those things that makes the last four seasons of the X-Files seem like a shining diadem of narrative clarity

Sopranos remake: Tony has a panic attack, argues with wife, arranges a meeting, gets shot. FIN

The penultimate eps of HBO dramas always seem to be the best; soon the next-to-the-next-to-the-last ep will be the most dramatic and revelatory. Eventually the 1st ep will be the best, and everything subsequent a let down.

We got a new fridge to replace the piece o’ junk Electrolux and it is so clean and bright and pristine I have decided no one should put anything in it ever. Maybe a single bottle of white wine, unopened.