Surely, contact lens are a form of hazing.

“Here, get your fingers slick with contact solution, then hold your teary eyelids open while driving a foreign object directly at your eyeball… no! — don’t blink!!”

Watched the penultimate episode of Station Eleven last night. The loneliness and loss is devastating. It probably doesn’t help that I’m also halfway through The Great Influenza and we’re all an indeterminate way through a real pandemic.

An exposure notification for Christmas Day?? I didn’t even leave the house!

Go Blue! First victory in the Big Ten Championship game!

I want to believe.

The Case For Believing In Michigan Football

A brilliant, elevated essay: Oh My Fucking God, Get the Fucking Vaccine Already, You Fucking Fucks - McSweeney’s Internet Tendency

I just shared our broadband details with Consumer Reports - I’m so glad to see they’re doing a detailed study on the internet situation in the US.

Impressive tech story in the new F-150 Lightning, but I’m even more impressed that the soundtrack is Battles???

The irony of lossy AirPlay2 finally having a robust ecosystem, and Apple Music introducing lossless content.

I think I just heard Here In Your Bedroom by Goldfinger in the background of a Wild Kratts episode???