What, no fuckin' NASCAR fans? You Goddamned Commie metrosexual!

I did indeed. Apparently.

Yawn. Google much? They regularly change firm start order procedure for Olympics and World Championship events, as stated in FIS rules. It's also worth noting that only one out of the top 15 ranked Super G racers did NOT finish this difficult course.

Mitt, is that you?

Yawn.

Seven of the first eight skiers crashed because they don't traditionally run the contenders until bib numbers 11 thru 21-ish. Also, the coaches and previous racers haven't had a chance to radio up, advising subsequent starters of course traps. And it was a difficult course, as it should be for a top-level competition.…

The only racers who called this a 'disaster' are the ones who couldn't handle tough conditions. All three medalists were season-long contenders in this discipline, and they had the fundamental skills to blow through soft conditions which have been the norm through much of this World Cup ski season, regardless of…

This is what happens when you let cartoon characters attempt to psychoanalyze an animated film.

I'm totally team HamNo on this. Most of the gyms I've worked out at are infested with beefy (ie. overweight) once-upon-a-time-high-school-linemen who spend their two-hour jerkout on a few loud rounds of bench pressing, and 1.9 hours of sucking their gut in, tightening their leather belt, staring at themselves in the…

Well, this does make it easier to climb hurricane fence.

A hilarious and well-deserved skewering of the Martha Stewart trophy wife 'hostess' class. However, you almost lost me while denigrating the venerable fondue pot, which is quite possibly the pinnacle of specialty cookware evolution.

If you live in a remote area, or regularly use your smartphone with apps like sunset/moonrise scouting, astronomy charts, music, note-taking, or virtually any other use, then replaceable batteries do indeed mean a lot.

This was the same experience I had. You needed to do application-specific passwords for everything. Total pain in the ass. No thanks. Not yet.

Meh. I think all ranty like this at coffee shops too...and then my tall skinny triple shot latte comes up, and in a minute or two I'm fine again.