i think cats accidentally teach you how to enjoy a boring life. a sunny window, a full stomach, somewhere soft to sleep, and your favorite person nearby is apparently enough
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Measuring your progress against others is a sure fire path to constant disappointment. Measure your progress against where you started, where you’ve been, where you were yesterday. It’s far more rewarding and informative to evaluate yourself against yourself.
For the true Sgt Slaughter fans — it’s true. ✅️
A live-action Sgt Slaughter movie is in the works. The story of my fictional military character. Something I’ve wanted to see on the big screen for a long time.
I’m asking you to stand with me the simple way: watch the teaser scene, share it, and leave a comment so I know you’re here. 🫡
Stay tuned. More information will follow.
Thank you. It means more than you know. 🙏
Everybody wants to know what happened with that last second in the Michigan game.
Well, let me break it down for the Big Ten.
You see, you got 60 seconds in a minute.
And then you got 15 minutes in a quarter.
You got one clock showing 0:00…
Another clock still holding onto ONE SECOND…
You take all of that, then you add the replay booth to the mix.
And the Big Ten’s chances of explaining it so anybody understands drastically goes down!
Everybody’s been making fun of Steiner Math for years.
But when I tell you 141⅔%, at least you know what the number is.
The Big Ten got clocks doing math that even I can’t explain.
So next time there’s one second left in a Michigan game, forget trying to figure out which clock you’re supposed to be watching.
CALL THE BIG BAD BOOTY DADDY.
I’ll straighten the numbers out.
Because the numbers don’t lie…
AND STEINER MATH DON’T NEED A REPLAY REVIEW.
The original Top Gear that launched in 1977 was a useful programme. The 2002 reboot, cooked up by Clarkson and producer Andy Wilman, was something else: a studio with a live crowd, a mute racing driver in a white suit called The Stig, celebrities sent around a track in a “reasonably priced car,” and three presenters who treated cars as punchlines, characters and passports.
When James May replaced Jason Dawe in series two, the chemistry locked. Clarkson was the loud, power-obsessed ringmaster. Hammond was the sharp witted, enthusiastic hamster who would try anything. May was Captain Slow, the pedant with the soul of an engineer. Their arguments weren’t bits. They felt like three mates who actually liked each other and enjoyed winding each other up. The show became a sitcom that happened to have supercars in it.
Cars stopped being appliances. They became the excuse for “how hard can it be?” challenges, £1,500 sports cars that immediately exploded, races against trains and boats and planes, and specials that sent three middle-aged men across Botswana, Vietnam, Bolivia, Patagonia and the Arctic. The cinematography - helicopter shots, dusk light, engines echoing off mountains - made a car show look like cinema. People who had never cared about torque curves suddenly cared about whether Hammond would survive the next cheap-car challenge.
The numbers were absurd -
In the UK it regularly pulled six million-plus viewers and peaked near seven or eight million. At its height it was the BBC’s most valuable commercial property, worth tens of millions a year in overseas sales, DVDs, tours and merch. The UK version was sold into 170-plus countries. BBC figures put the cumulative worldwide audience around 350 million people - not every week, but over the life of the show, an astonishing reach for a programme that started as a poky little motoring magazine.
Sunday night became a ritual. Families who couldn’t name a camshaft still sat down together. Kids who would never own a Veyron learned what one sounded like. People in countries with no British TV tradition quoted “POWERRRR,” “Oh, cock,” and “Some say…” as if they were local slang.
They invented the template everyone still copies -
Look at YouTube car culture. Cinematic reviews. Personality-first presenting. Budget road trips with mates. “We bought three terrible cars and drove them across a continent.” That whole language exists because Clarkson, Hammond and May made it look like the most fun job on earth, years before every 22-year-old had a gimbal and a channel. Writers have argued, not unreasonably, that for a generation they mattered more to car enthusiasm than many of the great manufacturers. Ask a random person to name someone famous associated with cars. They will not say Enzo Ferrari. They will say Jeremy Clarkson.
They also made loving cars socially normal. You didn’t have to be a garage hermit. You could be a bloke who liked engines and jokes and scenery. The specials doubled as travel films. A lot of people booked flights to Vietnam or Botswana because three idiots on BBC Two made the world look reachable.
The impact wasn’t just ratings. It was companionship. For more than a decade, millions of people had three familiar voices in the living room every week. Bad day? Cheap-car challenge. Need wonder? Polar special. Need to laugh at human incompetence? Almost any episode. The friendship on screen - real enough that it survived crashes, controversies, a BBC firing and a move to Amazon - made the show feel like hanging out with people you knew.
They were messy. They caused diplomatic incidents. They said things that would not survive a modern compliance meeting. That is part of why they felt like television from a different era: three men who were allowed to be large, rude, authentic, sentimental and ridiculous in the same hour. When they finally signed off from The Grand Tour, it really did feel like the end of something that television no longer quite knows how to make.
Dolly Parton was one of a kind.
I had the pleasure of crossing paths with Dolly over the years, and she was every bit as memorable, talented and funny as you would imagine.
But beyond the extraordinary talent was something even more important: her heart.
She brought joy to generations of people and left the world considerably better than she found it. She will be missed. 😔
My cat sits and watches outside like an old man who has been retired 12 years, has a small drink problem and knows the name of every squirrel in the garden
Happy #InternationalCatDay ❤️
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