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Happy Friday, friends — and Happy 2nd Birthday to TMI!!

Shoutout to my first-ever post on Substack, last year’s birthday post, and the ever-growing archive! And also shoutout to the fact that I actually have a logo to celebrate with this year!!
I honestly can’t believe I’ve been writing you an email every single Friday for the last two years. Crazy how time flies, huh? Just keeps on moving, and moving, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it — no matter how many pills or olive oils you drink, Bryan Johnson.
I’m incredibly proud that this little project I started for fun is still going, and I’m still enjoying putting it together every single week. I really love the Substack community (I’m going to post on Notes more, I keep telling myself) and I love that I have a little space carved out for myself online. And even when I’m not getting regular work published (feels like almost never, these days 💅🏻), working on TMI means I’m always writing and getting those reps in.
Thanks to all of you who regularly join me here to talk about rich weirdos, unnerving sea creatures, and sentient mushrooms! You guys are what makes TMI great. ❤️
Now, onto the jazz from this week:
Rat City
Thanks to friend of TMI
from for bringing some fabulous Rat Content™ to my attention this week (and also — Sarah, thank you for thinking of me when you saw Rat Content™). Check out the adorably hilarious “Ideas for the New York City Officials Implementing Rat Birth Control” by Meg Richardson for The New Yorker.And in additional Rat News™, the city of Chicago is doing a little construction:

Look. I’m all for getting a new playground — the article mentions that the wood was narsty and giving kids splinters. It clearly needs to be revamped.
But I was particularly perturbed by this quote:
As for the rats, it comes with the territory of living in a big city, she said.
“I never feel like that’s just an ‘us’ problem,” Wilson said. “I know that issue has a lot to do with environmental factors. It happens where people live and where animals live and the intersection of those two things. But I can’t imagine being on that bulldozer. That must have been a sight to see.”
GUYS. Did they not…KINDLY REMOVE THE RATS before a BULLDOZER went to town on the playground??
Come on now! Y’all couldn’t like, put a line of cheese all the way down to Gary, Indiana or send these guys on a tiny cruise ship across the lake into Michigan or something?? This is rat gentrification!! Cruel!!
And like, are you guys trying to traumatize Billy Gerhardt (sorry for the niche The Curse of Oak Island reference1)?!
I, for one, think we should build a tiny rat apartment complex and let them have at it. It worked out just fine in An American Tail. Let rats live!!
Friendly competition
Well, well, well. What have we here?

Innnnteresting. Biohacking on a budget? Doesn’t Dave know this is a rich boy’s game? How’s he getting highly ranked at the “Rejuvination (sic) Olympics” without spending thousands of dollars on a device to shock his penis? 🤨
Holy shit, you guys. This is serious. LOOK HOW WET HE IS. Dave came to play! He’s not fucking around!
BJ: Dave Pascoe is blowing up your spot!!! So far no sons or dads in any pictures, but that could be next!
In the New York Post, Dave says he “takes a whopping 158 supplements per day.” Tell me how he’s doing this on the cheap? Because toilet paper literally costs $19. Would love to know how he’s getting this pill pile going on a budget.
According to the retiree, his interest in biohacking isn’t breaking the bank, costing him just $30,000 per year for all his supplements and skin care products.
There’s absolutely no way, right? Is he getting all this shit wholesale?
Hmm. Moving on:
Pascoe is flexible with his routines, saying: “If something should come up that would interfere with performing one or more of them, I don’t stress out about it. While it’s awesome to have good structure and discipline, some of the best things in life occur spontaneously!”
He adds: “My ‘me time’ is extremely important to me, so I schedule for it, but I will not pass on an opportunity to spend quality time with others. As a single guy who lives alone, I’ll trade that workout, sauna session or biohack for connected quality time, every time. A single day of missing a few routines will not kill me.”
First off: hey, he’s single! Weird, right?
Secondly: “A single day of missing a few routines will not kill me.” Whoa whoa whoa. Who does this man think he is?? Trying to be like, somewhat normal? Oh, BJ is not gonna like this. Dave, he’s not gonna let you live in the special community he’s making for biohackers that can’t have a single day of fun in their lives. And you can’t come to his cake-less birthday party, either!
Oho, in my research, I have now answered my earlier question about how he affords this. Here’s Dave’s supplement list on his website. Right at the top, it says: “Please note that this page contains affiliate links, for which I may receive some compensation for purchases you make, while you gain a discounted price. As an Amazon Associate, I earn from qualifying purchases. I'm retired, so please consider helping to support me by purchasing via my links.” Look at you, you little influencer you!! It’s not selling your own olive oil, but it’s a start!
Also on his website, these important stats:
And right at the bottom:

I really need this rivalry to blow up, and fast.
Who will make the first diss track? My money’s on Dave, because he’d be okay spending an hour or two in the studio for fun.
Shameless self-promotion corner
I’m back to being a turd online! This week, I had a piece published in Hard Times titled “Rude! My Friend Invited Me to Meet Her Baby and the Baby Showed Up Completely Unprepared.”
That was the last piece I had in my publishing queue at the moment! I’m working on a gigantic list for Hard Drive, but I expect it to take a month or more to finish. Time to have a very normal minor existential crisis about whether or not I’ll ever get published again!
Randomly selected animal cutie
I can’t think of anything I’d enjoy more than having two baby Hampshire pigs excitedly running toward me. I can literally feel myself going full Elmyra over them right now. Where can I find a baby pig to hug??
That’s it from me this week! I’m off to eat lunch before diving back in to a couple of larger writing projects I’m trying to make some progress on. Thanks for hanging out with me for the last two years, and here’s to the next two!
K
I would love to stop watching The Curse of Oak Island. Alas, the show seems to have some sort of hypnotic pull over me, and, like Sisyphus, I will continue to watch them find absolutely no treasure year after year. I will watch Jack Begley ask the dumbest questions known to man, Gary Drayton shriek over finding a button in the ground, and Rick and Marty Lagina continue to tell everyone their last name is pronounced “Luh-ghee-nuh” until the end of time. Please help.
“Look how wet he is!” Had me CACKLING, Kelley. Happy two years!! 🥳🎉🥳
Happy birthday, TMI!