Have you heard Ice Cube’s “Bop Gun” with George Clinton? It’s damn amazing, and really outs Cube as a true scholar of the Afro-Futurist Mothership mythos.

I’m not terribly comfortable defending anyone (even a fellow Filipino) who appears to me to be clearly lying about having cancer, especially since my wife was diagnosed with colon cancer 4 years ago. But Filipinos as an ethnicity are pretty much a blend of indigenous Philippine Islander, Spanish, and Chinese/Malay,…

Maya Rudolph, formerly of SNL, says that Ivanka always talks “like she has a sexy secret.”

Your uncle was Irwin Mainway??  Awesome!

Some of your best work, right there.

Hey, now! Arby’s “Traditional” lamb gyro is pretty damn tasty. And while I’m defending fast-food’s favorite punching bag, let me add that their cherry turnovers are top-fucking-notch, and I’m prepared to defend that position unto death. Unto death, I say!

Goddamn brilliant.  

councillor for Westbury-on-Trym and Henleaze

Oh, mos def. Dude puts on a terrific show, and he goes through more costume changes than a Vietnamese bride.  I’m talking Amish, Devo, White & Nerdy, the full fat suit from Fat...  And his band has been together for-fricken’-ever, and mesh fantastically in performance.  

The flimsy pieces of crap are Bret Stephens.

Magnificent killer instinct shown by Zhang. I have no idea why Andrade’s reflex after getting rocked by that right hook, and especially after eating those knees, was to stay on her feet, curled forward even after the clinch ended, with her hands held wide, but it did her no favors.

“excremeditation”

Really?  Reading TC gives me phantom nosebleeds, but it’s just too squawkingly alarmist, condescending, and koo-koo bananas for me to stop.

You add a little Orgone, and >POW!< Cloudbusters!

Every time I read a story on Crown Sterling and their “Time AI” encryption(?) tech, all I can think of is ol’ Eugene Ray and his Time Cube.

Dunno about the ethics/compatibility/Thanksgiving dinner drama that might accompany dating a Neanderthal, but in college you couldn’t keep me away from the ladies at the Denisovan all-girls academy down past the tar-pits.  Oooh, mama!  Hot Deni gals FTW!

You can’t sell very many hardcopy steaks from your brick & mortar stores—not when it’s so easy to stay home and enjoy the savory convenience of...STREAMED HAMS.

I’m a problem solver […]

Yeah, this is solid stuff.  Good Kinja, even.