🦍 Mitchellaneous 8.4.2026

I like when men explain basic.



When you go to a fancy party and.




Disney plans to start shooting Bambi as next.


Mom Meh Dearest.


How to Survive.


John Garrison.
I use semicolons anyway. Give the motherfuckers reading my shitposts an edumacation.



Yes to this


My real name is not what it says on the government documents.


John Garrison.


Emily Wlison gets one more plece on The Odyssey and then she needs.


YouTube has been serving me clips of scenes where bullies push the hero Too Far.

YouTube gets me.

Billy Jack is even worse than I remember it. So bad. I love it

This scene from “Nobody 2," starring Bob Odenkirk, actually looks pretty good.

The GOAT: “I’m not locked in here with you. You’re locked in here with me!"


A new Robert Charles Wilson time travel novel? Yes, please.

Cover looks great. Has a nice Saul Bass vibe.


Arsenic and Lace: The trial of the Yorkshire Witch. The true tale of Mary Bateman, the villainous Yorkshire Witch, who sold spells and enchantments to the desperate in the late 18th Century. Tim Hartford is joined on the Cautionary Tales podcast by Maddy Pelling, co-host of the After Dark podcast and author of “Hoax: Truth and Lies in the Age of Enlightenment.”


My TV these days is deeply middle-aged. Reruns of Buffy, Stargate, Grimm, The Mentalist, Justified, Inspector Morse and the occasional Golden Girls episode. Last night, we watched the series finale of Grantchester.

I think maybe the only new show we’re currently watching is “Star Trek: Strange New Worlds,” which is essentially a reboot of a TV series that debuted midway through the Johnson Administration.


My TV these days is deeply middle-aged. Reruns of Buffy, Stargate, Grimm, The Mentalist, Justified, Inspector Morse and the occasional Golden Girls episode. Last night, we watched the series finale of Grantchester.

I think maybe the only new show we’re currently watching is “Star Trek: Strange New Worlds,” which is essentially a reboot of a TV series that debuted midway through the Johnson Administration.


2001 profile of Vernor Vinge, the brilliant science fiction writer and computer scientist. By Katie Hafner at The New York Times:

A linchpin of his thinking is what he calls the “technological singularity,” a point at which the intelligence of machines takes a huge leap, and they come to possess capabilities that exceed those of humans. As a result, ultra-intelligent machines become capable of upgrading themselves, humans cease to be the primary players, and the future becomes unknowable. Dr. Vinge sees the singularity as probable if not inevitable, most likely arriving between 2020 and 2040.

Vinge passed away in 2024, after a struggle with Parkinsons. I wonder what he would have made of AI today. Would he have thought we were truly on the verge of the singularity? Would he have thought we had already passed it? Or would he have thought it was all a Ponzi scheme?

Via Cory Doctorow @pluralistic@mamot.fr — thanks!


I read three print books and have no big thoughts about it.

I have done nearly all my book reading as ebooks since 2010. However, I was unable to find ebook versions of the “Funny Papers” trilogy by Tom De Haven, so I bought print versions.

The experience reading print books after years of electronically was … fine.

It confirmed I prefer ebooks, not for any grand philosophical or esthetic reason, but just because they’re more convenient.

But faced with the same choice again — wanting to read a book that is not available as an ebook — I’ll get the print book in an instant.


Book review: The boy in the derby hat — Tom De Haven's "Funny Papers" trilogy

Tom De Haven’s Funny Papers trilogy is a sprawling, picaresque romp through the lives and neuroses of the men responsible for creating a wildly popular comic strip over a period spanning more than a century.

The first novel in the series, “Funny Papers” tells the story of Georgie Wreckage, a dour but oddly likable illustrator for the yellow scandal newspapers of 1890s New York. In the era before newspapers could publish photos, Georgie rushes to the scene of grisly crimes and disasters and draws them for the benefit of readers. The work suits Georgie’s gloomy demeanor and he loves it.

One day, Georgie finds an odd-looking boy at the periphery of a murder scene, a bald kid wearing a derby hat and nightgown, with a dog named Fuzzy. Georgie draws the boy and dog and suddenly the artist finds himself a celebrity cartoonist — rich, famous, and miserable. The boy, whose name is Pinfold, is baffled, meanwhile, to find that a fictional version of himself is now famous.

There is nothing cute about Pinfold in real life. He’s bald because a gang of boys set him on fire for sport and he’s wearing a nightshirt because his street clothes were soaked in blood during the murder.

Despite the grim events, Funny Papers is joyful and energetic, exploring the streets of 1890s New York and its denizens, easily following a dozen colorful characters.

The sequel, “Derby Dugan’s Depression Funnies,” jumps 40 years in the future, to 1936 New York. Each book in the series stands on its own — I read the second book first, unaware that was part of a series, and I’ve reread it several times over the past 30 years.

The boy in the derby hat now has a new name, Derby Dugan, and new creators. Al Bready, the first-person narrator of the novel, writes the scripts for the strip, with another man serving as boss, artist and the public face of the team. They are close friends, though Bready denies it and claims he doesn’t even like his boss. Bready certainly has no reason to like the artist, who has achieved fame and fortune from Derby Dugan, goes to fashionable parties, beds beautiful women and lives in a mansion, while Bready toils in anonymity, lives in a one-room apartment and only owns one pair of shoes. And yet Bready is happy, and why shouldn’t he be? He’s young, healthy and a prince of the city.

The story is reminiscent of Damon Runyon — or a comic strip — filled with colorful characters and told in Bready’s snappy, street-smart voice. He’s a pulp writer and an autodidact but he knows how to use a semicolon

I reviewed Derby Dugan’s Depression Funnies in 2010: A talking dog and puckered shoes: Derby Dugan’s Depression Funnies

Gotta admit I didn’t care much for the third novel, “Dugan Under Ground,” which jumps ahead 30 years to the early 60s and 70s and then jumps ahead again to the year 2000. Derby Dugan has been canceled due to poor circulation, but revived in an unauthorized underground comic. He’s now the Imp Eugene, whose X-rated adventures have a cult following of maybe about a dozen people. Like the first two novels, the main characters of “Dugan Under Ground” are the comic’s neurotic creators, but unlike the first two novels I just didn’t enjoy spending time with these sad sacks. “Dugan Under Ground” leaves midcentury New York — a place and time I have a lifelong romantic attachment to — and follows the characters from suburban New Jersey to late 60s hippie San Francisco and back.

The author, Tom De Haven, has also written a novel about Superman, “It’s Superman,” which alters the core mythology in intriguing ways that I think work even better than canon. “It’s Superman” is based on the comic strip’s very early days. He’s also written a history of the Superman character, “Our Hero: Superman on Earth, which sounds almost like another volume of Derby Dugan; it’s high on my to-be-read list.


The Finnish Baby Box: "possibly the cutest social engineering tool in the world"

In Finland, as in the US, new parents get a package of freebies. In the US, it’s “an underwhelming package: a small drawstring bag containing a few tiny samples of baby shampoo and diaper cream, and tons of coupons.” But in Finland, it’s different, acccording to 99% Invisible:

[In Finland], they get a large cardboard box full of supplies for a newborn and its parents: items like picture books, nipple cream and warm booties for the freezing Finnish winters. The box itself even doubles as a crib. It’s a starter kit of everything a family will need for the first six months of a baby’s life, and virtually every new parent in Finland is eligible to receive one.

… in its almost 90 years of existence, the Finnish baby box has evolved from a basic survival tool to a national symbol, a rite of passage– and possibly the cutest social engineering tool in the world.


Neal Stephenson: Writing by hand is good for your brain — Here's how to do it

Stephenson discusses why he writes his books by hand — even The Baroque Cycle, which resulted in a 42-inch-high manuscript — and how to easily re-learn handwriting.


Hamilton Nolan: Enshittification relies on broken economic math

The accounting fallacy that makes enshittification look like growth


🦍 Mitchellaneous 8.2.2026


Should you use AI for a task? Here's a simple way to decide

Bruce Schneier:

⁠The best way I’ve found to explain the dilemma comes from the AI researcher Daniel Meissler: it’s the difference between work and the gym.⁠⁠

⁠⁠At work, if your job is to move a bunch of heavy things from one side of the room to another, you should use whatever assistive tech you have on hand: a wagon, a forklift… even an AI-powered robot. But at the gym, it makes no sense for that robot to lift weights for you. The point of weightlifting isn’t to move heavy things across the room; it’s to actually lift those heavy things.⁠⁠

⁠⁠The same analysis holds for any task an AI can do for you. If it’s work–if the task has to be done and no one cares how–then it’s fine to use AI assistance. But if the task is more like the gym, and how the task is done is at least as important, then it probably doesn’t make sense to use AI.

I like the metaphor or a wagon or a forklift because they don’t do the job for you. They still require a lot of work on your part. That is my experience using AI. It’s a huge help, speeds the process and helps me do things I would not have done on my own. But it doesn’t do the job for me and it still requires a lot of work.

I don’t use AI to write posts here because what I do here is a “gym” task, not a “job” task.


The discussion around the Odyssey movie has led me to realize that I have not actually liked most of the Christopher Nolan movies I’ve seen. I liked “Inception” and “Interstellar” a lot, but the rest of them – including the Batman movies — seem like the work of a man who’s dealing with issues that are alien to me.

“You either die a hero or live long enough to be a villain”? No, that’s not true.

I am not trying to disrespect Nolan or his fans. Taste is subjective.


Cyclosporiasis would have been a great name for a 70s jazz fusion band.


A friend who started following me on Facebook when Minnie was a puppy told me he did not realize, at first, that Minnie is a dog. He thought Minnie is my wife. He saw me post about how Minnie puked and it was disgusting and he thought it was disrespectful to say such things about one’s spouse.


The dog is recovering from her health crisis a month ago

Minnie has made a great recovery. She’s eating regularly and gained back a bit of weight. She seems happy and alert.

When she got sick, I cut her back from our usual  3-1/4-mile morning walk to about 1-1/4 plus another third of a mile at bedtime. She seemed to be feeling pretty good this morning so I increased her to more than 1-1/5 miles and she did great — even had energy left over for zoomies. I don’t know if we’ll ever get back to 3-1/4 miles — but I don’t know that we won’t.

Our time together is limited. She’s a 13-year-old medium-sized dog with kidney failure. But we’re enjoying the time with her while it lasts.


I received an email at work this morning, following up on a recent article. The email starts, “Hey, half-bald motherfucker.” I love hearing from fans.


by @dave

“Now, it wasn’t AI that killed all that. Social networks like Facebook and Twitter were the main culprits, especially once they started treating corporations like users and users like product, sacrificing quality for quantity. AI just danced on our grave.” : ehandbook.com