No time, as usual. Was out late with Wump and Toop having dinner and buying groceries for Saturday[1], now we have enough tortilla wraps and fillings to feed a small army. And we’re still not done! Oh we’re just getting started.

[1] I was already destroyed by my rummy night the night before and the midnight wake-up, and Toop decided to start the excursion off by slamming her finger in the car door. Nothing seems to be broken, luckily her fingers are tiny and squishy. But I regret that I lost my shit at both kids and the general miscon-fucking-ception that car doors are goddamn toys.

But for today, I have nothing. Not even a blast of Internet outrage about Israel or Childish Gambino … although I do have a bit to say about incels just as soon as I can gather up the spoons to give even the slightest shit about them. And I suppose I still have a measured and rational explanation of my dislike for Batman due.

I saw that GQ slammed Vanity Fair, worth a repost:

Comedy gold right there. If you missed the story about Vanity Fair photoshop-failing extra hands and legs onto their cover ladies, go Google that shit.

That’s all from me for today. More cleaning up and preparation to do today. And the weather may be turning, which is just typical after a week of scorching 25-30°C temperatures. Let’s see if it buckets and thunders tomorrow.