Eric Stevens

How big is my butt please

Temporarily breaking my Twitter absence to say that this week’s @BobsBurgersFOX is a television masterpiece. Please give me your phone number so I don’t have to come back here, @lorenbouchard

In 2004, desperate for free music to fill my new iPod, I found three songs by a band called Crashing Blue. I still listen to them. A decade later I found band member @mattcorkum and now I know a weird amount about traffic in Halifax. Thanks, Twitter.

FYC: Chew on This: Great Chip Taste Test One Emmy, please. youtube.com/watch?v=32IBgHcl…

Nothing says election night like bourbon from a paper hotel cup.

Be nice to your favorite political person tomorrow. We’ve entered the period where we come up with great ideas that can’t be executed anymore.

Not necessarily a Phillies fan, but the manager who decided to lay me and almost 500 other people off in May 2020 is an Astros fan, so…

If we all leave Twitter, where will I complain that UPS told me my signature-required package would be delivered between 12:45 and 4:45, then changed it to “by 7:00,” and apparently didn’t even put it on a truck today? My mom stopped answering my calls.

Maybe Twitter is bad now, but Facebook just sent me a notification two days late.

I don’t want to alarm anyone, but I suspect the new snickerdoodle Oreos are just the carrot cake version with sprinkles in the filling.

Treat every tweet like it’s your last.

Maybe controversial: I wish #Andor was released as movie-length installments made up of each three-episode arc every couple weeks.

The importance of responsive formatting in emails so you don’t look insane:

This photo editor I’m using has redundant cropping presets for 3:2 and 6:4 and 5:4 and 10:8, but not for 1:1.

Spent $20 on foreign potato chips today and didn’t actually get the kind I wanted.

If the Verizon store is just going to tell everyone to call customer service instead of offering any help in-store, they should at least put out chairs.