Tim McQ

Just finished #BuffetInfinity directed by Simon Glassman... holy shit. A comedy/horror about a new buffet opening in a small Alberta town told entirely through local TV commercials. You'd think it would be a schizo mess, but if you sit and pay attention the story unfolds in a very unique way. While the final act might seem a little silly to some, overall this is a very special film and I can safely say I have never seen anything like it. It was like a cosmic horror TOO MANY COOKS. Only $4 to rent on Amazon, this movie was just quietly released and deserves a metric ton of love. Also I think @Wendigoon8 in particular would absolutely adore picking this film's lore apart. Check it out, it requires a little bit of patience but is one of the most fun viewing experiences I have had in a while. 4.5/5

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@geoffwilt Just wrapped up Deadloch season 1 last night, and it was a delight. I will certainly pursue your recommendations.

two of the best shows I’ve watched recently have been How To Get To Heaven From Belfast and season 2 of Deadloch, dark thriller comedies with fast-paced/overlapping dialogue written and directed by women featuring thick regional accents.

Wolves must be legit #Aroooooo

@KalishaTownsell Let's go!!!!!!

#MNWILD PUT RESPECT ON BOLDY’S NAME!

@B_Marsh92 I was excited to see this one, thanks as always for putting these together! #mnwild

PCS & Player Cards from a Game 1 6-1 victory for #mnwild over #TexasHockey 🌲Wild's stars are the only Stars that showed up to play 🌲Hughes-Faber tremendous 🌲Wild's role players do their part 🌲Wallstedt proves he was the right choice 🌲Wild win the special teams battle

@DarrinThurston @WildJoeRadio Oh, you're right! Yes, absolutely hold - I can't think of a bigger waste of money 😀

@Timnado @WildJoeRadio They are trying to get him to buy the blue checkmark. Never give in!

Pigeon status, confirmed. #mwild Was actually trying to be content guy. Uncle.

@MrMikeMQ @BizNasty2point0 @RussoHockey Sitting behind Oettinger in the 2nd, that lucky hockey fan had the best seat in the house for some highlight reel goals. #DeepInTheHeartOfTexas

@BizNasty2point0 @RussoHockey @Timnado

It’s ugly. 4-0 Wild and Glass Banger is having a temper tantrum with a front row seat to this shit kicking. It’s glorious. #Bang

@WildJoeRadio Love the live intermission check-ins, keep 'em coming. Let's close this out!!! #mnwild

Wild lead 4-1 at the 2nd intermission in Dallas. x.com/i/broadcasts/1…

@CreaseAndAssist Thanks, pal! Another fun year, thanks for keeping this League rolling. Yeah, your team was pretty decimated with injuries while my squad was super healthy, so I was pretty fortunate. If the League returns next year, I'm definitely in!

Congratulations to @Timnado on being the CreaseAndAssist Yahoo! Fantasy league champion, beating yours truly...in a pretty big smackdown. I blame the loss of Leon Draistaitl and other injuries as my undoing. #StickTap

@MrMikeMQ Pretty engaging read, this.

@mckaycoppins "(T)aking the last and purest expression of American monoculture and turning it into a hyper-individualized, every-man-for-himself portfolio of micro-bets." - This line in the article is pitch-perfect!

Last year, The Atlantic gave me $10K to gamble with. What started as a journalistic gimmick turned into something more... unnerving. My cover story on the online betting boom warping sports, culture, politics, and the psyches of millions of young men: theatlantic.com/magazine/2026/…

My yearly reminder to shave my legs

@geoffwilt I checked my settings after reading your message since I'm still in the dark. Hope it's salvageable for you. I would greatly miss your presence in this utter hellscape.

I swear to god Elon ruined this app in every way - I cannot look at this white background bullshit so goodbye everyone

logged on and apparently dark mode is gone now and I haven’t used twitter in non-dark mode in a decade or more and I cannot use this in regular mode, cannot even look at the screen, this very well may be my last post unless they change it back.

🚨FINAL SCORE: AIREDALE 7, SPITZ 6🚨 Airedale’s good boys claw back with a miracle drive and are howling in ulti-mutt victory 🏈🏆sound on🏆🏈

The Super Bowl…

So on the 4,167th and final day of a job so exhilarating that I'd swear at least 4,000 of the days qualified as very good or better, the coffee came with whooshing thoughts of the 11 years and the four months and the 27 days. The brain tore through the datelines from 17 countries and 43 states, the three World Cups, the four Olympics, the 10 tennis majors, the 20 golf majors, the 11 men's Finals Four, the 28 College Football Playoff games, the 10 Kentucky Derbys, the tour of Jordan-Oman-Kuwait-United Arab Emirates, the 46 days in the peerless Australia -- I mean, come on, really? -- the depth of the beauty of South Koreans, and those times when I looked in the mirror (briefly) and saw a lunatic. Maybe the looniest would be covering a game in Seattle on a Friday night, then a game in Clemson on that Saturday night (with Lamar Jackson on the field looking even more dizzying than usual). Or was it the Boise on a Friday night, the students swimming into the frigid river for a goal-post chunk after midnight, then the one hour of sleep, then the Indianapolis on a Saturday night? No, wait, wait, it had to be this: Novak Djokovic winning the French Open in Paris on Sunday early evening, then U.S. Open golf preparations starting on Tuesday . . . . . . in Los Angeles. Non-deranged people might find such a sequence unfair; for whatever metabolic reason, I just kept giggling. Well, something surpassed all of that, somehow. To be part of the Washington Post Sports department was to be a part of an exemplary human experience, a rarefied collegiality, a beacon of collaboration and a near-bewildering scarcity of envy. For just one thing, I never, ever thought, way back last century, that I'd inhabit a world and a staff where everyone would treat my husband as one of the group, where a deputy sports editor would say, in a kitchen, near the end of a holiday party, "Alfonso! Come over here and hug me!" All of it reinforced that on the medal stand of life, human collaboration deserves a spot and maybe even the gold, for its curious capacity to bolster seemingly all 35 trillion of our cells. I love these forever teammates all so much it probably annoys them, and they call to mind a relic of a show always worth unearthing. It's Episode 168 of "The Mary Tyler Moore Show," the episode she titled, "The Last Show," when the WJM newsroom staff works a final news show and has a last group hug, and Mary wishes to emote, and Lou wishes not to emote, but then Mary gives a stirring speech and then the ever-gruff Lou relents and, in a quaking voice, says something resonant all the way clear into February 2026: "I treasure you people."

@nowariak Is this the same Paul Theofanous?

"Liam Greentree"