it’s a big desk, but I don’t think it’s big enough to hide Colin Quinn under there.

Interpretive jiggery-pokery sounds like the kind of thing that gets Justice Thomas to offer you a can of Coke.

You’re right about the 2 documents. Just replace “can be read in” with “is shouted at us by people who promise they have totally, totally read”

When adults on airplanes start whining about a loud kid, I’m just enough of a prick to point out: The kid is expressing frustration with uncomfortable conditions and doesn’t know how to not whine about it. Why the fuck don’t you know how to not whine about it?

I think Derek Smalls et al said it best...

Teaching my daughter to persistently ask “why?” might be the best thing I ever did for her. And still, now that she’s in middle school, she needs almost constant reminders that, yes, it’s okay and in fact a good idea to ask people in authority that question, and yes, they owe her an answer. It’s amazing how much…

Maybe you only watched the GIF...the linked video makes it pretty clear that there is no lane between the kids and the bus. The bus is stopping at a corner in an intersection in an area where there aren’t curbs or even sidewalks, just grassy yards. Meaning it’s residential. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with how,…

"...but let's be honest here..."

Y'all need to take Meredith out and get her drunk and/or horny more often. Over at io9 she's calling us motherfuckers and it's kinda charming.

Your children must be so ashamed that you not only read but comment on populist pablum like this.

James Halliday nods approvingly.

I remember when people used to discuss American Exceptionalism as an obligation: we must hold ourselves to higher standards. It's sad that it's devolved into it's current use as a broad excuse for failing to maintain even basic standards of, in this case, human decency, or in other cases, educational achievement,…

You forgot Mama Doe, tho.

All this time I thought that GIs were the doughboys.

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The condition of Wilson's skin was never as relevant as the color of Mr. Brown's.

I can't tell when real people are gay unless they tell me they are, so it never occurred to me to wonder. I read him as heartbroken and withdrawn from romance, and never expected to learn the identity of the breaker of heart. The later revelation didn't change my enjoyment of the books in any way. That probably means…

Did you see that guy's cubicle? Did you see that guy's creative output? Coincidence?

maybe her husband draws the vaginas.

Usually people who look tiny compared to Bloom find more cheerful ways to draw attention to themselves in dining establishments.