Dave White is SLUGGISH

Something starts today. I'll let you know exactly what when I figure it out.
Something starts today. I'll let you know exactly what when I figure it out.
I woke up to a text from a friend letting me know that Radu Jude's latest film, Dracula, opens at the end of October. I admire Jude's films – his exuberantly long titles alone make me pretty happy: Bad Luck Banging or Loony Porn; I Do Not
has nothing directly to do with what I'm writing about today. I just really enjoy Dr. Pepper and I couldn't find a decent picture to represent anything else.* I don’t often watch the Emmy Awards. I never know when they’re taking place. And because
There’s a terrible Google commercial featuring 26-year-old “Ted” asking Google AI to find him, very specifically, a “cool” music activity in his city that still gets him home at a reasonable hour. This Ted person is allegedly 26 years old. And cares about being home at a reasonable hour.
Fragments to follow. “Downton Abbey: The Grand Finale.” It’s fine. I hope it’s the last one. As work vehicles for Hugh Bonneville go, it's almost as suitably cozy as the Paddington movies, and there are now three of both. If we're to vote on