I’m just curious... if he does go for another year with Cleveland, would that be something that would be undersigned, at least by a slight nod, from LeBron before it goes through? I know LeBron won’t pursue Love, but would he be the determining for Cleveland to go through with it?

Yeah, I’m more about marathoning with cougars, nahmean?
Hurr hurr hurr~

Brian, you are a fiercely mediocre writer. The faux-narrative approach you use to insert yourself and your thoughts into the article is downright embarrassing.

Just a little PSA:
Doom is only Doom. It’s not tactical, it’s not clever, it’s not even horror. It’s just a brain-dead pattern recognition of “shoot what moves” gameplay for people who are still in to 80s and 90s metal, wear studded belts, or like the smell of gasoline fumes on their fingertips. It’s idiotic and cool…

Operating under the objective knowledge that all FPS games are essentially derivative and formulaic, I’m willing to accept that this is as much of an individual “flavor” of the genre as any other cookie-cutter pick-of-the-week from shooters’ shallow oeuvre.

Can someone explain the “anniversary” concept behind this?
I mean... 20 years? 1989?

Ha ha ha. Someone stole your joke, word for word, on Reddit. Unsurprisingly, it’s the only good comment so far.

What kind of music is this “guide” even for?
Also, who is this written to? It seems like it’s just a lazily veiled rant.

I miss the day of there being one or two people at the show with nice cameras and, for the most part, nobody would hassle them for staying out of the chaos and climbing up by the PA’s for a couple good shots.

Personally, though, I love being heckled at shows. As long as the audience members aren’t being total dicks,…

tl;dr - an analog mech show with anime 101 tropes rearranged slightly.

But Gawker writers are from NY, and everyone knows New Yorkers know everything and are the end-all source on banal discussion topics.

Absolutely. Allergens are a huge factor worth noting.

You probably spend a lot of time policing everyone else’s concerns relative to the extreme alternatives, don’t you?

Yeah, Louisiana and Texas are nightmarish without an AC. I can’t imagine how the rest of the SW is.
But why am I bothering commenting on an idiotic blog article that was undoubtedly written half-heartedly to meet a quota?

Ah, men’s rights to choose (and to choose when to choose).
I wish this was even slightly shocking.

Their last performance on Letterman, and no one could get Dave’s guitar in tune on time? The opening riff sounds like it’s coming from a kid at a Guitar Center.

I can’t help but react viscerally with a long, slow cringe while watching that gif keep cycling over and over.

That speaks volumes about your relationship with reading.

I know everyone hates Simmons as an aging sports post-hipster ultra-Bostonian pundit, but having to suffer sports journalism as a whole, I always appreciate his presence. He’s cilantro; best in small doses, comes off like dirt to many tastes, and can’t suffice his existence on his whole, but I like the contrast to be…

God I love how much of a punk Noah is turning into. For hating on KG for years, he sure takes more than a few pages from his book.