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J’ai toujours fait une prière à Dieu, qui est fort courte. La voici: «Mon Dieu, rendez nos ennemis bien ridicules!» Dieu m’a exaucé.

Took me hours tonight scouring backups and chat logs with nonconducive search terms (all that touted AI failed me here, too) for this relic, only to find it tabbing through a AIM history file with a domain now up for sale.

AI Seinfeld is a wondrous accomplishment, that I predict will have the monkeys beat in no time. (At least they’re striving for Shakespeare; most other writers had better consider a career change.) In fact, I hope it’s on my TV in San Junipero.

Update: And just like that, stream’s been taken down temp-banned (for the ad revenue must flow) after alleged filter omissions, in a machine learning lesson?

Son and I began a rewatch of the series, now that he’s more familiar with the retro music cues, maybe to combat Teen Titans Go! fatigue, and I can’t help but notice the similar theme of outrageous escalation, further heightened because of its comparatively “regular” origins. In fact, I’m reminded of my own forays into fantasizing about escaping from uneventful times, my only scans of which I’ve collected here (and implore owners of any existing hard copies to contribute):

• “The Amazing Zit”
• “Morning Run”
• “The Videogame Conspiracy” Part II

“Have you been in Five Guys, Callum?”
“Oh, at least.”
I suppose it is funnier that way, so I’ll give [Inside No. 9 writers Reece Shearsmith and Steve Pemberton] a pass, as clever as their writing usually is. Plus, the use of the River Styx mythology in [latest series opener] “Merrily, Merrily” reminded me how each go on the rower could be my last. I had always imagined achieving a threshold S/M to cross over into dream-life, but maybe it’s more like the Flash outrunning the Black Racer. What happens when Charon can’t pay me? One thing’s for sure, if I can’t cough up the fare, it might very well be because Five Guys cleaned me out. Over $20 for a single burger, small fries and a drink?!

“The top five most boring hobbies”, according to a study outta England (and not one of their classic 70’s shows):

1.) Sleeping
2.) Religion
3.) Watching TV
4.) Observing animals [I will never not laugh at this clip]
5.) Mathematics

An excerpt from one of several pinnacles of the franchise, accomplishing in a single 45-minute episode what the new series cannot in two season-long arcs. Talk about boring! Fuck Akiva Goldsman, everything that hack touches is shit.

This kid is going places his teacher did not.

Honestly superhero-saturation has gotten to me, too, but I’ll always appreciate any irreverence it explores, not unlike Lynchian disruption, which face it, has always come from the DC side, unconvincing pastiches aside. Why after all, wouldn’t gods be free to say “fuck” or vaunt their sexual prowess?

Speaking of DC characters with potty mouths (but at least don’t all sound the same as James Gunn), I had a dream I was seated next to Dianne Guerrero—I am unable to do more than that nowadays—whose hair was cut short, pixie-style. Our folding chairs were in a line and on my other side of me was a third wheel.

“I can’t sit in traffic. I’m—I’m too smart. I’m not like these people. You have to have done something stupid to be in traffic. I don’t belong here.” With every season and three or four years that passes, the laughs come fewer and further between, more forced and familiar as ever, but there’s an occasional banger from him even at this advanced age. It’s nowhere near one of his most original or insightful grievances, and he did just admit being responsible for his very own predicament, though of course what sets Larry apart from the rest of us who might have the same thought is that he can so easily extricate himself from it (keywords in this week’s Doctor Who were “quantum extraction”), walk the fuck away and not give any, he’s got the money, fallout with a half-life of only an episode, and above all, the willingness to do so without compunction.