Of course he was able to harass for such a long time; the light warning can take thousands of years to reach the earth.

This could be the subject of a really insightful PhD thesis: Kings and their musical kingdoms. When you think about it, it’s a nearly perfect inverse. Presley, a white dude, was channeling/ripping off very old forms of Black American music and rendering them into a ‘safe’ version of sexuality and passion, while…

Let me just get the Pinkham’s Law out of the way, because I don’t see any yet and I’m SURE it’ll happen-

ARGLE BARGLE BUT RESTAURANT MANAGERS WORK HARD TOO AND NEVER GET TIPS DID YOU KNOW RESTARANT MONAGERS CARE ONLY ABOUT THE SUCCESS OF THE RESTESRAUNT AND ARE SELFLESS ANGELS TO WORK AS HARD AS THEY DO FOR THE…

Good for them! One of the biggest “public secrets” about the education-industrial complex is that adjuncts are treated like shit and deserve better.

I assume this includes adjuncts? This is great. (And hereby putting in a request for more Gawker coverage specific to adjuncts and organizing. We lead lonely lives.)

It’s rude to tell me how to eat my pizza.

Fuck it, I don’t want a mouth full of grease/oil. That’s why I blot that bad boy, not because I want to delude myself into beleiving I’m some how saving myself calories.

And all I got was this stupid marriage license.

Yeah cool I once stood in the same bathroom line as the lead singer from Spoon and I’m still a total piece of shit asshole.

Prediction: If the Batican disavows all knowledge of Pope Frankie meeting with the hateful idiot, her camp will just claim that it’s all due to the top secret nature of the meeting.

Was there food, that you could eat? Good wedding.

Yeah-she found out that the 90 percent he got on his 7th grade algebra test in 1997 (that she’s kept lovingly on the fridge their whole marriage) was achieved by looking at Ricky Johnson’s paper. She’s heartbroken but mostly she’s disappointed.

We all just need to realize she probably thinks it’s a chore because of how frequently Cutler aims for one target, misses, and hits another.

I just finished a good book about the ups and downs of Jane Austen’s literary reputation, including her reputation within her own family: Jane’s Fame, by Claire Harman.

We have two cats who are very small by daytime. At night, they somehow expand in size to take up a whole king-sized bed. Seriously. There is no way of lying down without being poked by a cat doing an impression of a sleeping starfish.

“and god shall smite the haters and losers”

My entry into the weirdo Olympics, butter eating edition: the kids’ dad (the braying, abusive ass) once sat down to a bowl of butter at a popular buffet style restaurant thinking that it was ice cream. He was about mid way through this bowl of not ice cold, not ice cream when he noted that “this ice cream is not very…

All movies should be from Valhalla, shiny and chrome.

That’s who I immediately thought of.