I would be cool with a teen murderer getting a lifetime appointment to the Supreme Court.

It’s there; after stepping frame by frame through the sequence I could see the difference. I think the big problem is that the blaze on the opposite wall looks very similar to what a light shining down onto the surface might look like.

I was referring more to the “dead meme” aspect.  Haven’t seen her in a while.  At least, not on Gizmodo.

I’m fairly certain something is awry with the Steam listings. I’ve got my preferences configured to show me everything, with no warnings, and this is the upcoming page:

The Kotaku fish. Once upon a time, the fish was used to cover NSFW content in article pics. see also girl, Gizmodo’s raccoon.

The fish is dead.

True Hero Willians Astudillo [...] hoofed it around the bases like a man being chased by large predator.

Just to clarify, it isn’t illegal if the momentum of your fist hitting the guy’s jaw carries you past him so that you don’t put an inappropriate amount of weight on his knocked-out body, right?

“We all bleed red.”

So how did I turn the corner? I threw a pumpkin beer party.

“Just down the road from Surprise and Climax!”

By this logic, I’m not sure Hue Jackson has ever watched a game of pro football.

Could be worse.  Could be wrecked, scattered, smothered, covered, chunked, topped, and diced.

Well, until I moved the PS2 games away from the bottom shelf, they apparently smelled of cat urine.  Bad kitty!

Technically, I believe we hate everyone, as the default option. Individuals may remove themselves from that list on a case-by-case basis.

And all across the world, in the hearts of every man, woman, and child out there, a little bit of magic died, as did the dreams of millions that they, too, could be an NFL starting quarterback.

No more weird than making a life decision to not eat breakfast.

I’m completely anti-motion smoothing.  There’s a reason they call it “jerking off”, not “gliding off”.

Now go right your own fucking term paper.

Don’t May-December shame. Remember, using the 1/2+7 rule, a 60 year old could be looking for a 37 year old. (Or, I suppose, a 106 year old.)