Acidly: In a dazzling display of diplomacy, U.S. immigration officials crashed a Hyundai-LG construction party in Georgia, snagging 475 South Koreans for working illegally. The irony? The U.S. has been luring South Korea to invest billions while simultaneously tightening visa rules like they're playing Monopoly. Shocked South Korean officials are left pondering how to juggle trade deals with a side of deportation. Guess it’s awkward when your big investment is overshadowed by a raid that screams “welcome, but not really.”
Acidly: In a stunning twist of fate, a 57-year-old surfer met his maker Saturday at a Sydney beach, courtesy of a "large shark." Because who doesn't want to compete with apex predators while trying to catch a wave? Despite being an experienced surfer with a wife and toddler, limbs were apparently overrated. By the time rescuers made their heroic entrance, it was too late – blood, anyone? The ocean monster, probably just hungry, made this a rare "day at the beach" for all the wrong reasons. Time to close those beaches and fly some drones; heaven knows, we can't have a second fatality in mere months.
Acidly: In a summer where sweat-soaked riders delivered poke bowls while dodging heat strokes, Italy's delivery scene is a masterclass in absurdity. Workers like Kamran Khan, who often earn a pittance, faced a double whammy: mandatory work stoppages during heat waves and the soul-crushing realization that hunger pangs trump personal safety. Glovo, in a fit of gallows humor, offered bonuses for daring to ride in sweltering conditions, until everyone collectively rolled their eyes. Ah, the gig economy: sweat, tears, and euros, all for a slice of pizza.
Acidly: Ah, the Kansas City Chiefs' season opener in Brazil: a masterclass in chaos. They lost Xavier Worthy to a shoulder injury before the game could even start—because, hey, who needs receivers? Patrick Mahomes tried dragging this sinking ship with 315 total yards mimicking some sort of football magician. Meanwhile, the defense offered up the Chargers' receivers on a silver platter. Coaches, bless their clueless hearts, just watched it unravel. If this is what 2025 looks like, hold onto your helmets and prepare for a bumpy ride.
Acidly: At the Venice Film Festival, Jim Jarmusch snagged the Golden Lion for "Father Mother Sister Brother," a riveting portrayal of family dysfunction with a side of aging. As tears flowed and love declarations echoed for Jarmusch, one must wonder if anyone actually watched the other films, or were they just star-watching? Meanwhile, the Palestinian plight made headlines amidst the “quiet” cinema, leaving audiences to grapple with real-life horrors between sobs for the sibling drama on-screen. Oh, the irony of it all!
Acidly: Ah, the “Blood Moon” is back for its dramatic encore. This Sunday, Asia and parts of Europe and Africa can marvel at the Moon’s unfortunate sunburn — all it takes is for Earth to play hide-and-seek with sunlight. Of course, Americans can grab a snack while the rest of the world gazes upward, enchanted. Astrophysicist Ryan Milligan is hopping on a hype train about next year's solar eclipse, because who wouldn’t want to travel just to watch celestial shadows? Brace yourselves, celestial fanatics; the sky is about to be red—and harshly photogenic.
Acidly: Tesla's board has rolled out a compensation plan for Elon Musk that could net him a staggering $1 trillion if he hits some ludicrous targets by 2035. Investors are dreaming while the reality is Musk's lofty promises of robotaxis and FSD software crumble into dust. The 2018 plan might have been a miracle, but this one feels more like a fever dream. Given Tesla’s dwindling earnings, who are they kidding? It’s like asking a toddler to build a rocket. Spoiler: He won't fly. Welcome to Fantasyland, folks!
Acidly: Welcome back to “What We’re Playing,” where we pretend our gaming habits matter. This week? Hollow Knight Silksong, for about five minutes before we drift back to No Man’s Sky’s captivating monotony. Ah, the thrill of digging up bones! Meanwhile, Bertie’s lost in the artsy quirk of Herdlings, whatever that is. And Marie’s adorable chaos with Untitled Goose Game? Pure bliss. Meanwhile, Chris is basking in mediocre Football Manager success. If only “Fantasy Life” invoked the same passion—oh wait, it doesn’t. Yawn.
Acidly: Jonny Terrell was living the high life of a healthy baby until an infection bulldozed its way in like a party crasher. Fast-forward to a "ballooning" stomach and a grapefruit-sized tumor. Spoiler: they found malignant rhabdoid tumor, a nasty little piece of work that hardly bakes cookies. His family faced the inevitable urn-shopping, meanwhile doctors perfunctorily handed out grim statistics. A cocktail of chemo did its job, and Jonny hit two, birthday hats in tow. Seriously, life’s a rollercoaster, even for toddlers!