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Being in your 40s is going on YouTube towards massage and chiropractic videos for psychosomatic relief for your awful awful back.

Sometimes I have self-pity about being single but on my good moments, I think how awful it must be for people to not be with me! I’m fun as hell! All these ladies single or, worse, stuck in relationships with boring dudes instead of adventuring with a strapping art weirdo!

Every writer’s block feels like the final one, like you’ll never write again. No matter how many times you get past one, the next always seems unconquerable. Even now even knowing that I probably haven’t written for flash yet as I’ve had a super busy week, it still feels like it.

A sequel about the Grinch’s high-class drag act HOW THE GRINCH GOT A CHRISTMAS STOLE.

David Lynch’s DUNE except instead of with The Police’s Sting, WCW wrestling’s Sting.

A giant mechanical wooden nutcracker in the yard and occasionally you load “chestnut” pinatas into the mouth and it crushes them, spraying candy all over the neighborhood. Get on MY theoretical level, Great Light Fight.

If a cultural future survives in a stable enough through-line from now without major collapse or upheaval, able to remember us well, no one will ever forgive us for letting reality television be a thing and we will never deserve a forgiveness for it, either.

Try to convince someone in Britain or Canada that Die Hard 2 was a Boxing Day movie.