There's Dog Food in my Washing Machine
Hi, and welcome to the Late-Afternoon Show. I’m your host, Mikayla Townsend. Let’s get into this week’s show.
This week I am not doing well, it’s probably the heat and LA’s unending rays of sunshine beating down through my SW-facing apartment windows while my AC goes in and out with no help from maintenance in sight. Or the clump of hair and dog food I scraped out of our apartment community laundry machines, to which my property manager replied, “I recommend cleaning out the machines before use, that’s what so many of us do.” My apologies for assuming the thousands I send you for rent every month would include somewhere clean to wash my underwear. Anyway, what’s in the news this week?
The vice presidential debate! Hottest night of the election season. At one point, the moderator asked Tim Walz to confirm if he supports an abortion in the 9th month of pregnancy. Walz replied with a heartfelt, well thought out answer, which I do agree with. However, I think it could have been a little more efficient with a reply like, “Yes, I do support the birth of a child.”
Also from the debate, JD Vance became upset about being fact-checked. I’ve seen a lot of upset from the right over the fact-checking that has been overwhelmingly used only towards Trump and Vance. To which I would remind them that fact-checking, by definition, is done to verify the factual accuracy of a (usually outrageous) claim or statement. Let’s see if we can put the puzzle together here. I can empathize with JD, though. I, too, was upset when I was fact-checked at the age of 9 by an older friend who told me that Santa was not real and my parents were the ones working hard to put my presents under the tree. Still hurts.
In Sports news, Derrick Rose announced his official retirement from the NBA this week. I was initially confused when I saw this because I thought he retired in 2013. (sorry)
Logan Paul is in his philanthropy era this week, sending truckloads of his sports drink Prime to the victims of Hurricane Helene in North Carolina. Because while watching their homes float away from a kayak, what these poor people really need is a cancer diagnosis from truckloads of Prime by Logan Paul.
That’s all my cloudy brain could muster up this week. I have to remember that I don’t have a team of writers helping me pump out 30-40 jokes a day and it’s just little me battling depression and ADHD juggling two jobs and a hobby that’s a blog for 10 subscribers (one of which is myself). But I do appreciate the overwhelming amount of support and love coming from my family and friends and will continue on until I can make this exciting.
