Premise: It sounds like a joke, but his actual hypothesis is that because Twitter is mentioned more in rap lyrics it has a brighter future than Facebook. If you added an exotic tweak to the headline, like "Cambodian Rap Lyrics..." this would be a perfect Malcolm Gladwell or Thomas Friedman bullshit idea.
Premise: Matt went to brunch and saw a lot of people waiting and realized restaurants should sell reservations. Which of course he read somewhere else, but he has to put himself up at the top like he came up with it. Way to take credit for a fucking terrible idea, Matt.
Premise: A map showing where you can own exotic animals in the United States. The accompanying text, Yglesias's contribution, has absolutely no point.
Sometimes I dream that I'm sitting in the back of the defunct Weinermobile as it careens driverless down the highway. At first I thought this was symbolic of the powerlessness I feel in life, but then I realized it's actually the Weinermobile's dream of being able to drive again.
Three years ago, when we were burying my uncle, Cleaver and some gross lady dog (Solstice???) showed up at the cemetery and starting going at it really loudly. It ruined everything and we had to have a "re-do" the next day and it cost a fortune. I've hated him ever since for that.
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