The latest New Yorker piece…
https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2024/07/01/parents-in-a-chain
https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2024/07/01/parents-in-a-chain
Why make new stories when the old ones have infinite permutations? Okay, maybe “infinite” is overselling it…(Press on “Read more” to read more) https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2023/07/24/future-indiana-jones-sequels
@realDonaldTrump
Tremendously fat honey thief Winnie-the-Pooh deserves to get stuck in Rabbit’s hole. Not crying for him, believe me, or low-energy Eeyore.
Here’s my problem: I don’t believe in people. To me, human beings and their world are nothing more than the product of our collective imagination, a sad manifestation of our need to feel important beyond our actual existence.
On ‘The Larry Sanders Show,’ talk-show brouhaha is turned into the funniest thing on TV. Ideally, the first sentence of an article about Garry Shandling would set a provocative scene — such as Shandling calling his co-workers “fucking idiots” — before settling down to the more mundane details about the life of a self-referential comedian […]
Whew. Amazing. I can’t believe this. Thank you! You can tell that I’m very grateful by how emotional I am right now, though what you’re really seeing is incredible relief that I didn’t lose.
I met Keegan-Michael Key and Jordan Peele five years ago, in my manager’s office. They were looking for showrunners for a sketch-comedy project they were developing for Comedy Central. The meeting was supposed to last an hour…
The Lord God pondered this and, soon after, gave the man a smartphone and said, “You may take pictures of the wild animals and birds with this. Notice how the camera feature is almost instinctive. Which is, obviously, how I would make a camera feature.”