Me before receiving Teaching Eval results: TEVALS are an inaccurate and flawed system and are biased against women, poc, and queer academics! Me after receiving a near perfect score and a comments like I'm a "dreamy bloke": *immediately updates CV and teaching philosophy*

Wow, Big Little Lies is so bad. Just aim the camera at Laura Dern and have her do random line readings, please.

My feed is already full of depressed homos so I can’t imagine Twitter’s digital clutter if FaceApp’s bleached blond filter wasn’t behind a paywall.

A bathtime scalding of the taint is such a specific winter pleasure.

Rewatching Soft Fruit (1999) which really should be in the parthenon of the Australian Grotesque with Priscilla and Muriel's Wedding but seems to be completely forgotten. It's weird as fuck and Jeanie Drynan is (as always) tragic.

I feel like Sharp Objects came out three years ago, so nicely surprised to see more noms for Amy Adams and Patricia Clarkson. I wrote about Adams' performance, how the series evokes 'existential feelings' of depression, and embodiment: necsus-ejms.org/episodes-of-de…

I'm watching old episodes of Medium, and although it's definite high-end trash it is really interesting in terms of its dual modes of realism/high artifice, objective "truth" and subjective impression. But WHY is every episode about child rape?

I just pulled a human hair out of my dog's bum like something, quite literally, out of The Ring. How's your Friday?

The first essay I'm marking this semester uses Vivian Sobchack's Carnal Thoughts to analyse Friends.

I have about 1000 frozen black-ass bananas in the freezer. Any recs for a decent banana bread recipe that doesn't turn out like dry, flavourless cardboard-loaf?

Niche, but acquiring image rights is a huge pain in the ass (except for Almodóvar and El Deseo, who unsurprisingly is a dream).

I'm not going to even pretend to understand what's going on with bags at the moment. Just give me a fucking clutch.

This fucking F-111 doing donuts above Brisbane is making me lose my mind. Tacky bogan shit for Riverfire, check.

Me, fashionable and lazy, really does need this Gucci backpack that only carries a pillow.

Bitch WHERE are people buying? 7-11? This idiot spent $5 on a small double latte (with boring ol' cow's milk) in Brisbane CBD.

My favourite thing about scrolling TikTok is how their ubiquitous parents are like my age.

I'm writing 'mimesis' but I instinctively want to write it as 'mimosa'. Ricoeur's 'healthy circle' of mimosas.

Fairly sure that Sydney chiropractor is going to paralyse someone on vid, or rip someone’s head off. And I’m kinda here for it.