It reminds me of Doonesbury back in the 70s when it was funnier.
Some of those are quite funny. No way I'm going to finish, though.
Even if you don't read all of them I recommend getting caught up with the latest developments. Things have gotten way more intense since Ailes and Coulter showed up.
Oh wait, Heebert didn't link part two, which gets us up to the present moment.
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A woman on Swedish tinder's lead profile pic is a selfie at the Denkmal zu den ermordeten Juden Europas.
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Also those tweets are good!
7 Makes sense. Archer, like Trump, has small hands, which is why he's always giving shit to Lana about her supposedly big hands.
I'm still reading this. Up to July 22nd now.
he's posting more as we speak. Trump debate prep!
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Swedish tinder update: a woman who has recommended me an antiquarian bookstore where I "will find Swedish fans of the Oulipo" and laments the high proportion of Duchamps at the modern art museum (her former employer) cannot meet in my remaining time here, because she has to finish her paper on Spinoza. fml
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We've all been there. That's rough.
12 Ask her if she knows how to inflate a squirrel skin so that it fetches a better price at the market.
Oh, nosflow! That's the saddest, most poignant thing I've ever read. (I'm off online dating again for the time being and glad about it.)
14: she actually is from the north of Sweden. She apparently went to Abisko (the starting point for my hike) often as a kid. She might!
Risky. You don't know if "squirrel inflation" is some kind of slang for some fetish in Sweden.
Aside from a few birds the only animals we saw in six days of hiking was a herd of reindeer, which walked past me, about forty feet away, while I was picking blueberries.
18: I make "The Gift of the Magi" jokes all the time, but it's not so funny in real life.
Picking blueberries while hiking through the wilderness sounds nice in theory. Then I remember just how much fiber is in a very small number of blueberries and how nature doesn't have comfortable toilets.
There were outhouses at the huts we stayed at. Also, in a pinch you can squat over a hole in the ground.
But you probably have to dig the hole.
I foraged for blueberries pretty much every day during our Swedish hike, because they were the only thing that made breakfast porridge palatable for Nworb and Hitsuji. You have to be careful to avoid the extremely similar whortleberries, though, as they carry a parasitic fungus that's hallucinogenic in large quantities. Thankfully the warden of the first cabin we stayed in taught me how to discriminate between them, so I was able to throw out about half of the first lot of berries I'd picked without inadvertently giving us all an, um, interesting experience the next day. Since then, Hitsuji's standard retort to any utterance of mine he regards as stupid has been "Mum, are you on berries?"
Sounds like a missed bonding experience.
So, now my theory is that the Swedish woman writing about Spinoza is a whortleberry-induced hallucination.
She could then be part of her own thesis. Or am I confusing my Rationalists?
21: Is "The Gift of the Magi" not the most unintentionally joke-able cultural work ever created? Presumably because all human intimacy is in vain and we will all die alone.
31: Right? So super easy! Though in my defense, 99.97% of the time I'm only making the joke to myself, so I'm not constantly annoying other people.
An amazing confession from Saiselgy
True story: I thought reindeer were fake like Santa and elves until I went to Finland on an education policy junket.
On topic because maybe reindeer are fake and Matt just thought he saw them after eating whortleberries.
https://twitter.com/mattyglesias/status/770237072879812608
How about a spoiler alert next time.
I'm on Caye Caulker fot the next ten minutes. You people should come here before it gets ruined.
21: Is "The Gift of the Magi" not the most unintentionally joke-able cultural work ever created?
Aside from chapter 94 of Moby Dick, yes.
Not sure how unintentional that is, though.