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Created
Thu, 02/10/2025 - 03:00

Goonies

Since strangers will call the police if kids in the Goon Docks wander around on their own, the boys don’t get a chance to search for One-Eyed Willy’s gold. Instead, they compete in a Mr. Beast challenge in hopes of winning enough money to save their parents’ home.

Say Anything

Lloyd Dobler stands outside Diane’s window holding up his phone. He prompts Siri, “Play ‘In Your Eyes’ by Peter Gabriel.” Siri streams “Private Eyes” by Hall and Oates, right after playing a thirty-second Geico ad.

Stand by Me

Because the missing body of Ray Brower is found with a Life 360 app, Gordie, Chris, Teddy, and Vern end up spending Labor Day Weekend defeating the Ender Dragon.

Ferris Bueller’s Day Off

When Ferris tells his mom he is sick, she says he can stay home but needs to log into his classes on Zoom. After setting up an avatar, he heads to Chicago. He is almost caught when a video of him titled “Rizzler Sausage King Sings Danke Schoen” goes viral, but he successfully convinces his parents it was just an AI deepfake.

Created
Wed, 01/10/2025 - 22:31

He has worked desperately to secure a one-on-one meeting with Trump to shore up the deal to buy nuclear submarines under the AUKUS pact. Not satisfied with the $368 billion price tag of the subs, Albanese announced another $12 billion to build a new submarine repair base near Perth that could be used by US […]

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Created
Wed, 01/10/2025 - 22:29
I have a long-standing pet peeve about the conflation of academic freedom and freedom of speech, especially in the context of (purported) campus debate. In order to illustrate why one should not conflate academic freedom and freedom of speech, I introduce two uncontroversial theses about each. Thesis [I]: lying and deception are protected features of […]
Created
Wed, 01/10/2025 - 22:00

To the woman at the bra store who clocked me as a “Gerry” in reference to my G-cup breasts when I was coming of age,

I’m certain you haven’t spared one thought for me since our only encounter nearly twenty years ago. But your impact on my life has been so significant that I’m compelled to write to you now—especially as I find myself reaching to readjust a new bra that just doesn’t fit right.

The year was 2006. “Temperature” by Sean Paul and “Unwritten” by Natasha Bedingfield were on the Billboard Hot 100 at the same time. I was trying to survive high school.

And my breasts were enormous.

Granted, you may not have appreciated how embarrassing that was for me at the time. I’m sure you met people like me every day, which is to say, fools, with deep grooves in their shoulders caused by ill-fitting bras. But my enormous breasts were not something I had yet come to terms with—that is, until that fateful day when I met you.