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Newsreel
Evidently the China tariffs were still in place.
Crypto did even worse than real assets.
A bipartisan gun shrug is limping through Congress.
Serfs failed to celebrate seeing their favorite managers live.
Spawn celebrated thirty years of DARKNESS.
Washington Post employees enjoyed a quiet week.
War Journal
I didn’t sleep today. But I did walk from bookstore to bookstore, signing copies of my book. This wasn’t a publisher directive. I just wanted to speak a little more loudly to the few people listening. Each signed copy has a bonus definition, so check your NYC bookstore of choice. I hit both indies and chains, so your odds are decent.
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My father was the family boxing champion, and I haven’t written much about it. I’m perfectly willing to address the topic, but I mostly write and perform comedy. Very few people tune into SNL for a sketch about child protective services. Though I’ve heard worse ideas for a ratings stunt (like inviting a reactionary sex criminal to host mid-election).
I’ve got a science fiction short filtering some of my thinking on the matter sitting in my “to publish” stack. I’ve sent it to the obvious places, but no bites yet.
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The scores below might not reflect it, but I got some nostalgia value out of the Netflix is a Joke mixtape/circlejerk specials. I watched a lot of comedy VHS collections coming up, and half of them were shows like this. Ten comedians pooling their notoriety for six minutes apiece. It’s a format with potential, you just need to be selective. Which isn’t a Netflix specialty.
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I’ve abandoned all pretense of not roleplaying Guts in Elden Ring. RIP Miura. You made our dull planet better.
The Present
Take a look at Everything Abridged, the reason I’m on Earth.
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I channeled some recurring frustration into a New Yorker riff on group projects.
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You should be aware that there Is No CIA.
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Embrace secondhand cringe. Bathe in it. Become one.
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I still think more of you should read this.
The Past
Since Squid Game promo is everywhere, here’s my old riff on it.
The Future
I have a dice roll of a New Yorker piece coming. It may be a hit. It may lead to years of NYPD harassment. I suspect both.
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I have another 1-900-HOTDOG slam dunk coming. This one’s a sure thing.
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I was a guest on an excellent podcast. More on that later.
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As you might have guessed, things are a little in the air with Weeaboo Hell. An episode’s been recorded, but there’s some interpersonal bits to sort.
One Sentence Reviews
Space Bastards (Vol 1): Darrick knows what I want. (3.5/5)
Every “Me and Four Friends” Netflix is a Joke Special: Together everyone bombs more. (2.5/5)
That’s My Time: Redeems the larger project, sort of. (4/5)
Beth Stelling – Girl Daddy: A seminar on pandering. (2.5/5)
Maria Bamford – Old Baby: Bringing fun back to breakdowns. (4/5)
Open Question
How many inbred shih tzus do you think you could fight at once?
Signing off
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-DD