a pine marten, stretched out from a deck railing with its fore paws on a bird feeder, looking at the camera with a guilty look on its face

Redd Fox in Sanford & Son faking a heartattack

Strangelove still with the subtitle "Gentlemen, you can't fight in here. This is the war room!"

Black and white photograph of a Black teenager in glasses wearing a dark crew-neck sweater, smiling slightly at the camera, against a neutral background. It may be a yearbook photo.

Early morning scene of car headlights casting a long shadow across a misty street

boy with his hands moving on a vintage computer keyboard with the code just flying by

vintage picture of a woman pushing a push-button light switch with the caption "I toucher a button ... and it was the happiest day of my life

a ridiculously small fighter jet - a bulbous, shiny-silver-aluminum-skinned airplane looking like a glass bubble cockpit perched atop a bean-shaped engine with two stubby wings and truncated tail fins (emblazoned with the U.S. Air Force logo of a white 5-pointed star on a navy blue circle and red/white/blue-striped bar) - sits atop a yellow black-wheeled storage rack on a concrete runway bordered by green grass.

my wife made this with AI.. she did not adjust my expression

A man wearing the same shirt in two photos take. Roughly 25 years apart.

Road marking at intersection - OPST

A watercolor painting meant to evoke the look of a Japanese woodblock print. A samurai wearing a blue and gray kimono and hakama is leaping in the air holding a banjo by the neck like a sword over his head. He%u2019s about to bring it smashing down on a second samurai on the ground in kimono and hakama patterned in yellow, orange and red who holds a banjo in a low position at his waist. The background is a small hill with a tree on it with water and mountains in the distance.

film loop of a man in fluffy white dress, makeup and flossy black Mohawk wig bouncing and repeatedly belly-flopping onto a trampoline in front of a huge array of black loudspeakers

I wanted to make the world's fastest yawl, so I made the aft sail bigger, but apparently that means it's not a yawl anymore! It's a real ketch-22.

Chart showing annual global temperatures from 1940 to 2025, compared with the 1991-2020 average. The temperature shifts markedly to the right (+1º C) as the years move on.

I'm in Southern Chile getting ready for an 8-10 day bicycle trip across Tierra del Fuego, and was feeling like if I'm down this way, I really ought to go see Torres del Paine. Logistics on that are more than I wanted to throw on top of everything already, so I booked a guided day trip. When I say "day trip", we're talking 18 or so hours. Was definitely worth it, and honestly cheaper than me renting a car and all that.

Anyhow, this is Cascada del Rio Paine, with bonus "towers" (aka the pokey massif of the various peaks of Torres del Paine, aka mountains you think of when you think of southern Patagonia) are in the back if you zoom in a bit.

Photo of a magazine page:

You know who the syndicates are looking for? They're looking for the dissatisfied stockbroker, sitting his office right now, he's about 30 years old, thinking how funny it is, there's all these office things going on around him, with computers and stuff. And he can draw a little bit. *A little bit*. He's got the gags in his mind because he lived them. He's going to start drawing comic strips, and he sends the stuff off to the syndicate. Even though they're badly drawn, it doesn't matter because they're all reduced down to sub-microscopic size. And they start the comic strip. I have seen so many of these come across my desk in the past five years, and I've seen them syndicated as well. They never last very long. But they hit fast, they've got a good gimmick, they've probably got a hook that sounds good to editors. Syndicates can sell them fast. These guys aren't artists, they're dissatisfied stockbrokers who scribbled a little bit in high school, and can draw it just enough—the expectations are so low artistically on a comic page—that they're being hired.

A computer monitor displaying the text

Training will start at 12:05
Please stay on mute
Camera is optional, most people keep it off

A photo of a white bowl containing spaghetti with anchovies, capers, chilli and orange.

Post from Threads. The text reads

BREAKING: The feminist mafia group that calls itself "The Cliterati" says they are currently collecting all the sexually explicit texts that Republican members of Congress have sent to female staffers, and will publish them in a giant exposé in March.

Dilbert hole comic with the line Sure Hope You Like Asaragus