Pfft, that's *every*day.

That, and the best way to hand the moral high ground to a crazy person is to, in any way, criticize their parenting skills.

I worked with a guy in my law office who did Domestic Violence, so respect. He walked out of that job hating the victims almost as much as the perps, because of the constant frustration of the job and that the answer seems so clear from the outside.

That story is every soul-crushing minute I spent with the Domestic Violence unit. I seriously worry that time killed my faith in humanity.

"Everyone died, except me."

What about the Scourge two-hander sword? It has one major selling point, but it's a doozy: every hit you score has a 25% chance of firing off a massively damaging (like, 1000%-2000% base damage) explosion around you. If you're hitting more than one target, that means a 'splosion every second or two in a mob scrum.

I notice that accents tend to slip in when people are stressed. My Dad's from Boston, but he's lived in Maryland for about 40 years and mostly dropped the accent. At Grandpa's funeral (Dad's dad), he was giving the eulogy and began with "On behalf of my siblings and my mutha..."

Well, that and "Mom" is pronounced "MAAHM."

I Googled "Rocket Surgery," and thanks to you this image is now on its way to my house, adorning a T-shirt. I hope you're happy.

I grew up in the DC area too. Being a Redskins fan is punishment enough.

Whoops, wrong person.

That being said, Gervais does seem to be able to doublethink to an alarming degree. For instance:

Yeah, I came into this issue ready to hate the shit out of Sega (I still do, because they're single-handedly strangling the Total War series to death) but Gearbox really screwed the pooch on this one. I still can't believe they managed to make Sega look like the semi-good guy.

That one by "Andrew" with the 2010 game against the Eagles? My brother and I were there. We stayed longer than the freaking Hog people, in the rain (I personally stayed because I was chatting with the hot girl sitting next to me), watching a bunch of millionaires wearing matching tops flop around incompetently.

You're dealing with the problem of a continuing storyline in episodic format: is it a reasonable expectation that the previous installments should be mandatory to understand the plot of the current iteration, or should the current version have to be able to stand on its own?

One of the truisms of sport is that no matter what he does, when, or for whom, Brett Farve will end up fucking over the Vikings.

Ha! I was going to go with:

The police already do that. The entire reason this project is being done is because no one has bothered to count the people police shoot.

It's not so much any jury, as juries in high-profile cases. Basically, to avoid tainting the jury pool, you have to get jurors who know/have heard as little as possible about the case. In high-profile cases, this means your jury pool are overwhelmingly idiots, cranks, and the terminally ignorant.

Who knows. Though it's usually better to always view evolution as a work in progress, as any species has parts that have been rendered redundant, vulnerable, or just plain hazardous (for instance, that limp pickle-shaped time-bomb in your kiester known as the appendix).