It sucks to get negative feedback, and as someone who has received approximately three dozen performance reviews and given several myself, I feel for you.

I found these stories weirdly uplifting one it occurred to me that 30 years ago, most of them would have ended with “and then I tested positive for HIV.”

The Kansas City airport is, like, beige. So Rainn Wilson might want to check that his koolaid hasn’t been dosed.

“That sort of shoddy journalism”: Can you be more specific? Because I spent 13 years as a journalist, and although Serial had some unconventional aspects, I would describe it as generally meeting professional standards. Many attempts were made to get all sides of the story, and where people wouldn’t talk, alternate…

It actually has hurt the ability to offer some music performance and art classes, because serial hobbyists used to increase the enrollment to the point they were viable.

It’s more like supporting someone’s mental health, social ties or continued growth as a person. The state’s master plan for higher ed used to encourage “lifelong learning,” and community colleges were supposed to provide opportunities for that, especially for seniors like the person in this story. But not any more.

I'm feeling really bad for England right now.

If she lived in California, the state would require he to pay the full cost of repeating the class, and she would have to stop repeating it after two years. People used to do this — take art and music classes for years, in order to improve, in order to have access to practice facilities and studios — but the state…

Dear Ben Carson: I've been noticing that some Christian denominations seem to be incompatible with the Constitution, too. How about that?

<pedantry> Neither San Andreas nor Calaveras County are in what Californians call the Central Valley. The Butte Fire, which destroyed this museum, is in the Sierra foothills, or to be more specific, what we call the Gold Country. To say it is in the Central Valley is sort of like saying Syracuse is in the Adirondacks.…

Dammit, I loved Depp in “Public Enemies” and was hoping this movie would be a return to serious acting. Also, I lived in New England during this era and it is hard to overstate how mobbed-up it was. You laugh about the vending machines, but I had a friend who briefly worked for one of those companies and he basically…

I was ambivalent about my students using “Mrs. Asada,” but to be honest, I now think it helps everyone remember they aren’t home in their underwear and the person in front of the room deserves their respect.

I am having a “What the hell, Minnesota?” moment. I guess they did give us Michelle Bachman, but.

I gagged in the same place. I mean, Omfg Mary Mitchell: “When you agree to meet a strange tree with a chainsaw in a forest for money...” “When you agree to go trolling for strange fish in cold waters for money...” “When you agree to climb a strange electrical tower with strange tools for money...” But I guess it’s…

“But they knew I was a writer!” —Truman Capote, mystified by why his rich friends didn't like appearing in his stories.

This is LITERALLY the premise of the surprisingly non-awful “Sky High,” in which a bunch of kids with sidekick-grade superpowers manage to save the day through teamwork. Also, gratuitous Kurt Russell.

You’d be angry, too, if you had to fight crime wearing a thong and a pair of suspenders.

Writers: People who just do not know when to leave things the fuck alone.

Kristen Bell? Or maybe Ksenia Solo?

Nathan Fillion?