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  • After Me Comes the Flood

    After Me Comes the Flood

    Regina Spektor – “Après Moi” – Begin to Hope (2006)

    Be afraid of the lame
    They’ll inherit your legs
    Be afraid of the old
    They’ll inherit your souls
    Be afraid of the cold
    They’ll inherit your blood
    Après moi, le déluge
    After me comes the flood


    The phrase “Après moi, le déluge” is supposedly something Louis XV said, interpreted to mean “I am rich and important and everybody else can drown once I’m gone for all I care.” But I’m sure some historian out there would tell me that I’m being uncharitable.

    Regina Spektor was introduced to me by my friend Alexis somehow in our first summer back from college (and she always had good taste in music). It was songs from this album, Begin to Hope, with my favorite “On the Radio.” She would pop up again here and there throughout my college music days. I eventually saw her in concert with Ben Folds at Wolf Trap on an early date with Erin.

    You’ll hear her use Russian fluently in the song above. She was born in the actual to goodness Soviet Union and grew up for nine years there but her parents brought her to New York when I was in diapers.

    I’m almost sure she’s said something problematic and I want to say it’s concerning Israel. I don’t know specifically what she’s said regarding Gaza in the past few years, but I’m hesitant to look it up because of how much I like her songs.

  • Microposts

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    Gonna try to watch Teenage Sex and Death at Camp Miasma today.

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    Been trying to find a special gift for my upcoming anniversary and I did find what appears to be an …
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    Hey Microposts. I left you alone for a little bit there, didn’t I? Uh, updates * Our dishwashe …
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  • ‘Vacation,’ Day Three

    I’m wondering if there’s ever a point where you have your kids and you don’t feel like you need to keep one of your six senses on them at all times. Like, surely some parents just….let their kids exist, secure in the faith that their kids will persist in this reality.

    Sometimes I feel like a fairy tale goblin is just out of sight and looking for an opportunity to steal one of my children. Real Rumpelstiltskin shit. Real David Bowie from Labyrinth vibes.

    (My brain tried to protect me from the memory that his name is Jareth, but alas, here we are with another testament to my inability to do things like schedule a medical procedure, but a slightly damaged reference guide to pop culture).

    This anxiety I have about my kids getting into trouble or getting hurt. I share this with others, right? But before having kids I thought of them as the overly anxious ones. I thought of them as helicopters. I thought when it was my turn, I could just be.

    And when I test a sense of trust, they do things like draw on the couch or crawl up the stairs. The goblin is real. The goblin is everywhere. How do those mythical parents who just veg out and let their kids do whatever exist? I think they exist. Did I make them up entirely?


    We all saw it coming, of course. I have not remade my job searching strategy with the goal of getting out of this alienating employment situation. I have not built an amazing recipe book which will save me thousands of dollars and feed my family nutritiously; deliciously. I have not called my parents, sent a Discord chat to my brother, gotten in touch with old friends.

    I spent $300 at Costco and watched a Spider-Man movie.

    We all saw it coming.



  • Thing I’m Working On

    I walked into the cave, which was decorated in a friendly fashion. A nice quilt draped on the rocks with block lettering that read “I’m here to help.”

    For the past year, I’d been navigating this network of caves. I’d found the first spirit next to a pool of muddy water. I asked it for clay. It gave me slime. The slime was acceptable.

    Then, I found a cave with a goblin in it. The goblin was erratic. Constantly distracted and it peered leerily at me and beyond me as if trying to see what else I had to offer. I asked it for some books and it gave me some scrappy notebooks.

    Now I was in the third cave. And this spirit was large and gregarious. He was over-full. Frankly, his gluttony might have been mirroring mine.

    “Hello, Phil!” The spirit smiled.

    I looked down at my shoes.

    “I would like….a website,” I said.

  • YouTube Videos That Are Better Than the Platform Deserves

    June 2026

    Gregiffer runs the Pop Arena YouTube channel and the Nick Knacks documentary series, which breaks down classic Nickelodeon shows with true behind-the-scenes and history-of content. It’s pretty much tailor made for people who watched this content as 7-10 year olds in the 90’s. Impressive stuff.

    Pop Arena is on:
    Patreon, Ko-fi, Bluesky, Discord, Tumblr, and TVTropes

  • Therapy Check-In

    Therapist was six minutes late. Could’ve been worse, he’s ghosted before.

    I did a lot of talking. So I guess this is the kind of therapy it is, where I’m revealing things to myself and he’s kind of like a sounding board.

    We were talking about the tension between the career I have for money, which itself exists to support the liberal capitalist lifestyle I have set up for myself and my family and the activism work I do for very little money.

    And he did say one thing that helped me. “They say you should talk about your goals.”

    I reflected on the fact that I don’t love talking about my day, because even when it comes to simply putting a post out there on the Internet on behalf of a good organization, that’s not exciting. I bore myself at the thought of talking about that extensively.

    But something I could talk about would be the observation I’ve had – of the past activist organizations I’ve worked with, they’ve been heavily reliant on the corporate web as part of their social media strategies: LinkedIn, Twitter, Instagram – all these platforms actively working against the missions of the activist organizations.

    We’ve been monitoring this attempt to break away from the centralized, corporate internet and introduce the world to the decentralized, human internet. Wouldn’t it make sense to work toward platforms that specifically are for activists and people who want to use the Internet without providing DAU metrics for evil tech giants?

    This….this I’m interested in talking about.

  • A Thread from Bluesky About Some Medical Stuff

    Post from one month ago: "Tune in tomorrow morning to find out if I'm going to need surgery for this weird lump on my stomach."

Quote-post on April 26: Okay, so update on this. I got a CT scan and it turns out what I have is a 2cm hole in the layer of fat between my skin and my organs. It's a hernia.

    The lump itself is that layer of fat squishing through the hernia hole. I’ve literally got everything plugged up. When I eat poorly enough to trigger something like acid reflux, it gets inflamed and pretty painful.

    I could get it operated on now, but the doctor’s like “with your BMI, there’s a higher chance of recursion.” So I guess the hole could open back up again. And could you guess what the doctor at the “Duke Metabolic and Weight Loss Center” thinks I should do?

    The Doctor recommends a GLP-1 like Ozempic or Zepbound.

    And he’s happy to show me his work. He types in my current weight and target weight and he shows me this custom text file that tells me the percentage success rate with GLP-1’s.

    I’m seeing what’s happening and I’m thinking of asking him. I’m thinking of asking him The Question. But I don’t have to, because he tells me. “Yeah, this is just something I whipped up with ChatGPT.”

    Now my basic stance on GLP-1’s is…okay, that’s interesting. It really seems like they’ve been prescribed with a lot of more frequency in the past five years. But, I’m 38. Wouldn’t it be cool if I could take the resources that would pay for a lifelong medication and direct them toward lifestyle?

    Like, let’s at least try, right? Maybe I can talk to nutritionists. Dieticians. Workout coaches. But my insurance won’t pay for any of that. And the funny part is, given the weirdness with insurance companies and GLP-1’s, there’s no guarantee they’ll pay for this for the rest of my life.

    And also, like, I probably don’t need to get to BMI 30. I have a sense the odds of my surgery would go up if I lost something like 15-20 pounds. But this guy framed it as if I needed to lose 40 and fast. Is that because ChatGPT tells him to or did he have a cool conversation with a pharma rep?

  • 6AM, Good Friday 2026. Just finished “Roofman”

    Because of a joke I made to a Discord server, I am now compelled to listen to Soundgarden’s “Spoonman,” as well.

    I woke up and I really did feel the need to listen to some Jesus Chris Superstar songs, which is eerie, given the timing. When I first started dating Erin, the theater company she worked for was putting on a staging of JCS around Easter time and that’s how I became familiar with the music.

    Anyway, Roofman, the movie, was kind of flat to me. Just like….a straightforward look at how this real-life criminal played by Channing Tatum lived kind of a boring existence while creating felonies against the corporation of Toys ‘R Us. And, hey, I’m sure the shareholders of Toys ‘R Us are not sympathetic victims, but the movie in 2026 doesn’t provide the same righteous defense of noble criminality as if he were ripping off Jeff Bezos. Clearly not what the movie cared about, but it’s how my mind works.

    Said mind wandered and I started looking at Letterboxd before the movie ended, which “spoiled” the fact that “Roofman” is based on a true story.

    They cut out the entire part where the Roofman had to leave the Toys ‘R Us Store and live in an abandoned Circuit City, which I think would have been more of an interesting commentary on our life and times.

  • Some Movies I’ve Watched




    The Super Mario Galaxy Movie

    The Super Mario Galaxy Movie (★★★½)

    The Super Mario Galaxy Movie is an adventure film without pretense. As such, its job is to deliver its characters from set piece to set piece. In this movie, Peach and Toad end up in a sleazy underworld casino almost in a similar fashion as Finn and Rose end up in a snobby casino planet in The Last Jedi, but there’s less concern about finding an unremarkable macguffin person and more with just getting their stuff back.

    I kind of found that refreshing!

    (And, you know, I love The Last Jedi, but one of the ways it made itself vulnerable to bad faith criticism was the obvious desire to just Do Adventure Stuff, but still tie it into a theme that the plot of the trilogy wasn’t organically producing. We all agree casino planet was weird, right? Well, Mario Galaxy pulled it off more successfully, that’s all I’m saying.)

    Good Fortune

    Good Fortune (★★★)

    **This review has some spoilers.**

    There’s certainly a better version of this movie in which the Gabriel character is played by someone who not only has an alien affect, but who commits to the unraveling of the angelic character and the full-on corruption by humanity. But, hey, Keanu is charming. We love to see him.

    Good Fortune would have you think it was written by someone who’s been really fantasizing about organizing gig workers as opposed to a guy who takes oil money from a murderous state. As it stands, it probably isn’t going to join Norma Rae in the pantheon of labor movies simply because it’s more of an observational comedy about how much it rules to have money compared to how much it sucks to not have money.

    But I was kind of getting into the mythology and lore here. I enjoy the idea that Sandra Oh assigns certain angels to specific drive-texters because there’s kind of a grand plan that hinges on it There’s a very brief, but memorable performance by the mentat in Dune, who is played by that legendary character actor whose name I should remember. It’s all just a backdrop for “rich people party like this, while poor people don’t party at all” and – spoilers, but not really – it will lead up to a point where your greatest fantasy is that some rich people will eventually be forced to feel empathy and thus do the right thing.

    Notice how no one in this movie actually succeeds in organizing! Interesting.








    The Secret Agent

    The Secret Agent (★★★★½)

    Among the many magic tricks this movie pulls off is the impeccable set design, taking me to a time and place that, no matter my personal familiarity, feels organic.

    Beyond the critical central performance of Wagner Moura, there are countless shots that convey the richness and strangeness of refuge from persecution; the strange bonds that form when you are displaced from comfort and when perverse incentives create dire enemies out of once-innocuous scoundrels.

    It all builds to a frustrating truth - that real life continues after the movie ends and even the fumbling ineptitude of evil can only delay the inevitable. But on the other side of the coin is also the inevitability of the forces of good.

    The Wolf Man

    The Wolf Man (★★★)

    I watched this on a long train ride and it was the right kind of movie for the moment. Claude Rains was perhaps my favorite role. The shots in the foggy forest are iconic.

    I know there's the lore that this movie was conceived to have you questioning the veracity of the werewolf story, but the screenplay really did little to have you pondering the question of man's inner evil until a late-film monologue between Rains and Lon Cheney.





    "Wuthering Heights" (★★★½)

    I understand the satisfaction of engaging with theatrical adaptations of literature as a someone versed in the source material. I read Wuthering Heights for the first time in the weeks leading up to this movie so I could experience that satisfaction. And I did walk away with the feeling that having the original book so fresh in my mind made the movie less interesting. However, the cascade of smugness that English class nerds have unleashed on this movie is something else.

    I don't think Emerald Fennell didn't "get" the book. I think she read the book in a certain mindset and an idea stuck with her. She then used her considerable talent to bring that idea to screen and I would say within the confines of her version of the story, it works! It's visceral. It ruminates on death from the outset. And it is invested in the idea that Wuthering Heights is ultimately a story told by people with bias and rooted in the ideas of what should be proper and what is transgressive. She also really wanted Cathy and Heathcliff to do the nasty. Multiple times. As a montage.

    So, I dunno, maybe you do yourself a disservice when you walk into a work of film and decide you're going to use "accuracy to the agreed-upon themes of a book" as your enjoyment rubric. Seems like you're setting yourself up for a bad experience.

    (Heathcliff should never be white, though).

    Good Luck, Have Fun, Don't Die

    Good Luck, Have Fun, Don't Die (★★★★)

    This was great as a movie I caught on a whim in theaters on a Friday morning. Original characters participating in a sort of low-sci-fi adventure through the mundane that gets interrupted by the fantastical. Its biggest flaw is that it tends to focus its social satire on easy targets: mostly "kids and their phones." It's a spiritual cousin to Idiocracy in its disdain for common people and air of superiority.

    However, when it finds a satirical idea, GLHFDD really commits, mining some effective dark humor from the most chilling of premises. There will be twists and if you've watched enough movies, you will predict them, but overall, this has stuck with me as one of those movies I would have loved picking up at Blockbuster and raving to my friends about.

    See, now it's got me doing the schmaltzy nostalgia thing.



  • My Latest Backloggd Review

    Pokémon Legends: Z-A

    Challenge: Engage in criticism of this game without mentioning “windows” or “voice acting.”

    Legends Z-A excels as a prototype of the new kind of Pokemon city we could get. Sidequests integrated with the city. Imagine if modern cities had locations like the museum, the sewers, the abandoned laboratory and some – some – of the key wild areas.

    The Battle Royale is initially an extremely compelling gameplay loop, working alongside the new battle system to create a sort of mini-stealth hunt-and-deploy tactics game. Unfortunately, LZA does not want to put in the time to keep this compelling for more than 30% of the game, so it eventually becomes a barrier to progress rather than an end unto itself. Still, I want a version of this real-time system to return.

    On the whole, this does not reach the revelatory heights of Legends: Arceus. Limiting you to Lumiose shouldn’t be a main part of the reason, but the limitation is felt due to the initial lack of wild areas. Imagine if there were unique Pokemon and battles to be found in the museum, the old building, Quasartico, etcetera. But the wild areas are the limits of ingenuity for this game.

    Still, if you’re a Pokemon fan who’s been enjoying the Switch era and not a weirdo who gets personally enraged whenever the Nostalgia Factory fails to hold up a mirror to your imagination and clone whatever $300 million production budget chimera you’re imagining, then Legends Z-A is worth your time. There are great Pokemon to find, a fun new battle system to engage in, and some discussion to be had about the dangers of nostalgia.

    Also, I don’t care about windows. I hope the windows in Gen 10 are even worse.