j3 in idea barrages

What Warhol understood, but didn’t say out-loud as no one back then would have believed him, was that those fifteen minutes we were all indeed about to get would be the worst fifteen minutes of our lives. In our naivety, back then, we thought fame would at least be kind of fun.

I mean, if I can get used to self-administering insulin, I can be strong enough to finish what I start, pursue my goals without fear, take the risks I need to be happy. It’s basically the 21st century American Gom Jabbar test. A human can overcome fear.

Why say “vaginal prolapse” when you can say “femroids”?

At this point, from how awful the trailers look, is it going to be a disappointment if MADAME WEB is only normal-bad? It begs to have its Morbius moment, it’s Barbenheimer moment, it longs to take its place as the superhero THE ROOM. What if it’s just meh?

We need a procedurally generated Molly Baz recipe app. Take something a trust-fund hipster would think working class, appropriate two ingredients or techniques from wildly different cultures, include them in the most bougie way possible. “Chorizo Pita Breakfast Sandwich”. Jesus.

Today I realized Morticia and Gomez Addams are just goth Jessica and Roger Rabbit.

Why say “spin off” when you can say “branchise”?

It’s not about political agenda so much as economic agenda. If the press treated Trump as the dangerous lunatic he truly is, the election would be quickly uncontested & they couldn’t get the ratings or ad bucks of a contested election. They court fascism simply to make more cash.