Long Island woman rescued after plunging into hole in her backyard on her birthday
New flavor of quicksand just dropped. My inner Gen X child smiles and nods, vindicated.
Long Island woman rescued after plunging into hole in her backyard on her birthday
New flavor of quicksand just dropped. My inner Gen X child smiles and nods, vindicated.
My eyes momentarily misread something as “Manipulati”, and I accidentally fell into my new favorite word for propagandists, influencers, and other ne’er-do-wells.
“Why isn’t the travel router working?”
“Why is my phone draining, instead of charging?”
Signs that my genius self managed to plug the router into my phone, and the USB charger into itself. Fortunately, straightening all the cables got everything working again with no blown fuses.
Overheard: “He’s the kind of guy who leaves the sticker on his laptop.”
Even our fruit is getting into the AI business.
The World Cup potato chip bags look like a xenomorph with an underbite. It creeps me out.

You can tell much about a person by the logos they wear. For example, if someone has a shirt or jacket with the “HH” logo, you know they’re a brand ambassador for Hamburger Helper®️, and are huge fans of beefy, cheese-product flavored pasta meals they eat thrice daily.
Steve Austin would be the Forty Five Point Five Million Dollar Man, adjusted for inflation.
Team rescues missing Putnam County man found shoulder deep in quicksand
As a Gen-Xer raised to believe the stuff was everywhere, I feel validated.
“Would you like to join us for an exclusive dinner event?”
Yeah, I’d love to!
“At Applebee’s.”
How dare you?