A filth of pigeons

Have I been on hiatus? Or have I just been extremely sleepy my whole life, and as I age, the time awake seems like it could be time spent napping?

Theme music for this newsletter      

A song that perfectly matches the vibes of August in NYC, when the city is all humid dog/human-piss fumes, friendly people in parks, heat that makes me want to stab myself in the face, and ice-cold nutcrackers on the beach,  

Pigeon Report         

Yesterday I was walking down the street (not to brag) and above me the telephone wires (‘memba those!?) were literally sodden with pigeons. They were butt-to-butt, hundreds of them. Absolutely chilling stuff. I asked my Boyfriend ™ what one would call a group of pigeons, if a group of crows is a “murder?” 

“A filth,” he said.

Grade: F, that many pigeons in one place is too scary!!!

Are you okay? Checking in on my favorite d-listers   

This spat between Larry David and Alan Dershowitz at a grocery store is so very much a “Curb Your Enthusiasm,” episode there’s really very little commentary I can give to make this better.My favorite detail though has got to be this:

Answer: A perfect grocery-store interaction in my opinion

The weirdest shit I saw on Craigslist recently    

I would like to see it so I can believe it, but I’m also scared of one of the Dennis Rodman dolls haunting me for eternity.  

Shit you really ought to read          

The dreaded lanternfly. The Sopranos are queer-coded. How the pandemic ends.