It’s fine to be disappointed in a lack of design updates, and in the language used to describe those non-updates. But it seems to me that if you can’t actually articulate what you need want, there isn’t a compelling reason to make any significant changes. 

After smashing the TV, he turned to his teammates and cried out “Give me your heart! Make it real, or just forget about it!”

“...a parody version that people can buy, own, and trick their friends into playing—is definitely one way to get the point across.”

Tricking your friends into participating in your self-righteous indignation when they were prepared for some juvenile giggles over drinks? What could possibly go wrong in that scenario?

Make you a deal: I’ll call back the pro-mayo troops if you get the anti-cilantro brigade to stand down.

Ben Affleck: Great writer. Fine director. Terrible, awful actor.

Nothing worth doing is ever easy.

“Within a day she was having a rueful laugh about it all and worrying about the work days she will miss.”

I always try to look around in an attempt to identify the one asshole who’s gonna try to make it fancy and harmonize the last note on the major third so that I can silently shut that shit down before it happens.

I can’t recall the last time Mike Love looked healthier.

The heart wants what it wants.

It sounds like duckpin bowling, a variation of the sport regional to the mid-Atlantic states that is also dying a death no one cares about. 3 small balls instead of two large ones. The pins are still curvy but squatter and spaced apart farther. I once had the distinction as a boy of knocking down every pin in a…

The trouble, from where I sit, is that everyone wants everyone to do something while simultaneously agreeing to themselves, quietly, that Facebook status updates are enough “something” to do. The more frequently and the more intensely you succumb to that idea, the less you actually DO and the more you start to miss…

“The Duke game plan for basketball: “Don’t get tripped.” That’s right — don’t get tripped. If you have the ball, don’t get tripped; if you don’t have the ball, don’t get tripped; if you’re tripped, don’t get tripped — just don’t get tripped! That’s what Duke has in mind for you, Elon. That’s the Duke game plan. But I…

Not just jeans. Jeans and CROCS.

My love of watching these is inversely proportional to my desire to do it myself. It’s pure nightmare fuel, but fuck 100% of the tedium that goes with making it.

Let’s ask an expert!

My mistake, it’s not owned by the city. The parcel was sold to a non-profit preservation group in 2014 who vowed to keep it undeveloped. Since then? Who knows.

Except you could NOT just put it in the spot, because the city opted to designate it a public park/space instead of letting developers build on it.

I’ll just join the rest of the Padres for a nap on the infield at Petco Park.

The hotel lottery is such a shit-show. Nothing like the deflating feeling of being stuck in a double-queen at the DoubleTree in Mission Valley when you were gunning for a suite at the Hard Rock Gaslamp.

I’m going Airbnb next year, I don’t care how much more expensive it is, it’s worth it. It’s quite the ultimate irony…