My dog (a 110-lb weimaraner for perspective) hates (hates) puppies and kids under three feet tall. (He had a bad experience, he says.) I know it’s just from his history, but it can be hard to explain to strangers in 30-second exchanges on the street. Rover to the rescue, with their latest article on this common senior (and scaredy-cat) dog plight.

Ah, Samantha Brown, Great Hotels, and 2005 (okay, maybe not 2005). When I came across this article, I couldn’t help but reminisce about simpler times of cable television (no streaming) and my favorite shows on the Travel Channel and Food Network. (Alton Brown’s back, I recently learned—thanks, Betsy!—if you need your nerdy chef fix.😍)

Okay, I’ll warn you (and I’m ending the issue here because of this): if you click on this article, I may never see you again. Tim Urban’s site is an abyss (so if you need a way to procrastinate on life, you found it. But. Tim’s. So. Fascinating.). This article is Chapter 10 of a long-form blog (book?) Tim’s writing that I have not even come close to finishing. It starts with his thoughts (and experience) with the Psych Spectrum tug-of-war (“the core human struggle: the tension between our genes’ will to survive—a primal flame that burns brightly in everyone—and the human capacity to override that flame when it makes sense to do so, with rationality, self-awareness, and wisdom) and includes mention of the Psych Spectrum Fitbit, which is just funny. Goodbye forever.