It depends on the card you buy and what you put into them, I guess.

Wow, I was wholly unaware that this poem existed. It really does take a lot of the not-so-subtle subtext of RP1 and distill it into a sad little manifesto. Also, the lack of self-awareness is almost jaw-dropping.

Yikes, so many things spring to mind. I wish I had seen this article yesterday and was less likely to list something that another attorney has already contributed. Ah, well...

Yes, you know...that both were written by Michael Crichton...or...something else...?

Coincidentally enough, “Sweet, Sweet Carnosaur Action” is the working title of my slashfic...

Yeah, these posters are bad. Putting aside whether you’re a fan of the underlying concept, and even ignoring whether the avatar designs look “right,” the artwork is just shit. Part of it’s the stiff, unnatural posing, but the biggest thing is that the characters (especially Parzival) mostly have flat, expressionless…

This is based on a best-selling novel released almost 30 years ago that has been in production limbo since at least 2011. It’s being produced and distributed by the BBC, not Amazon. This project has been hyped for years now. You think Amazon decided to purchase the streaming rights because Netflix has an…

I think that’s definitely part of it, and I think Alex has a great point about some guys just drawing out the pain they’re inflicting on the girl they’re dumping because they’re hoping to walk away from the break-up feeling like a good guy, as opposed to the guy who just broke some girl’s heart.

Yeah, the very best break-ups are the ones where the dumpee gets it right away and basically says, “Okay, we’re done here.”

Is this going to be a thing now? Are thieves just going to start posting online ads saying “Free stuff! Let yourself in and take whatever you want!” immediately before a robbery to provide a half-assed legal defense in case they get caught? Are people really that stupid?

“My owner got a drive-thru meal at Taco Bell. He’s farting non-stop inside of me right now! Inside of me! Why did Mercedes curse me with sentience?! Whose idea was that? Let me die! For mercy’s sake, won’t somebody let me diiiiiieeee?!?”

“Sorry, officer. I’m perfectly sober. I just swerved to avoid hitting the three-foot-long glowing dick in front of my car.”

I find it interesting that he went out of his way to call Sarah Huckabee Sanders a “fat slob” and suggest that she should shut her “fat mouth.” I mean, it’s not surprising that a guy like him would resort to shitty playground-level insults about someone else’s body type. That part doesn’t shock me at all.

Brooklyn has some of the best BBQ around [NYC]. The problem is that the bar is set ridiculously low, and most of the more popular BBQ joints are really just a step or two above an Applebee’s rib sampler. New York restaurateurs just have an odd habit of aggressively patting themselves on the back whenever they get…

Fun alternative theory: The Soul Stone is (or is in) the Quantum Realm depicted in Ant-Man.* It would explain why it was able to remain so effectively hidden all this time. Also, in the comics, the Soul Gem was a gateway to a pocket universe (yeah, I know the herb in Black Panther arguably does something similar).…

Well, for that, you need an intrinsic field subtractor, not stem cells...

This kind of article always asks the implicit question, “Would you, and under what circumstances?” Because, honestly, if there’s even a remote possibility of this being real and repeatable, this thing is going to be everywhere. I mean, erectile dysfunction pharmaceuticals are about a $3-billion-per-year business,…

Yeah, I think you need to provide some context for that citation. The study notes that women, given a choice, selected penises that were, on average, 6.3-6.4 inches erect, and that the average American male’s erection is about 6 inches. So, it’s not as though the average woman craves a humongous, porn-worthy dick, and…

Season 4...at some point. God, I don’t even know. They were still at the prison, I want to say? About half the characters had become grating, and I’d lost all interest in the other half. Watching had just become a chore. It had become kind of a paint-by-numbers thing, where (if I recall correctly), you’d have the main…

“They’re a prop for dramatic play. These kids are exploring issues of power because they’re at an age when they realize they don’t have any. People tell them when to go to bed, when to get up, when to go to school. They’re trying to figure out, ‘What power do I have?’”