Tammy Wynette and Jay-Z go together surprisingly well, it turns out.

Apartment No. H to the Izz-O.

Goddamn, Virginia Thrasher has a nice air rifle.

Makes the one I spent years as a kid saving for look like a piece of garbage.

Amazing shooter. I envy her skills, but never would’ve had the patience to practice as long as she must have to get that absurdly good.

I have something like 500 tabs open in various browsers all spread between the five VMs and remote machines that I use (MacOS, two Ubuntu, one very-cleaned/firewalled Windows 10, one Windows 7).

Do they make methadone for this sort of thing?

I wouldn’t classify the Final Destination movies as great. They decidedly are not.

However, what I appreciate about them is that they focus on the implacability of death and even better that they are horror movies with no monster, no identified embodied antagonist and no one is ever sure if they’ve won — and know for sure in the long term they definitely have not.

The conceit is very clever, and the execution of some of the set pieces when death finds those who have cheated it are pretty darn genius.

Having no monster, nothing to fight except the world and the Moirai themselves — that makes the films completely sui generis. And breaking the pattern of those daughters of necessity means only that the doom jumps to someone else, just as in our everyday lives, just as if we cheat death we’ve only made sure we get to watch someone else precede us there. What sort of demented Boschian vulgarian thought of this? Of course, am I talking about the films or the world?

Yes. That is what makes them brilliant.