Sometimes your girlfriend gets really into the @wnba.com and you say “Yeah, I bet I can make a blanket for your favorite team. I can crochet,” and then like a year later you finally finish it and it’s kinda the best thing you’ve ever made.
Anyway, go Liberty.

It’s one thing to blast music over a personal speaker in the corner of a subway car after midnight. But blasting AI GENERATED & READ DIDDY NEWS? New York is wild, man.

I just hope Jon Stewart is having a great time out there in the West Village tonight.
(Go Knicks)

Loving the view from the new apartment 🌈

Officially on the hunt for the weird green wormhole that leads to the dimension where Colbert is still on the air.

If anyone spots it, lmk.

From the Second Show to the Second to Last Show. It’s incredible how much of a constant The Late Show has been in my life.

I know whatever Colbert does next will be brilliant. I can’t wait to see it.

For now I will mourn the Late Show’s loss.

I real life audibly gasped when my morning podcatcher check revealed to me that @pftompkins.bsky.social is on the latest episode of Crowley Time with he @atomcrowley.bsky.social.
It is 5:52 am and frankly I am Jazzed.

Listen. Colbert’s been at the Late Show for a decade. He’s been doing a nightly show for over two. I’ve been mentally preparing for the end of his Late Show run because he’s only human, you know?

But CANCELED?

Flabbergasted. Distraught. Crying as I frustratedly consume my pint of Americone Dream.

Stephen Colbert has been my Special Thing since 2011: books, comics, shows, rallies, Super Secret Manhattan Shoots, ice cream, live streams, the college I chose due to its proximity to the show.

I have too many thought and not enough words.

CBS is turning off the Joy Machine. And it sucks.