SeanClancy
Sean Clancy
SeanClancy

I'm mildly horrified by this. Is this the new spray cheese?

Tell me where. I'm an underbageled California resident, who went to NYC for the first time recently and my first NYC bagel was like gâteau de Savoie after a life of thin, cold, tasteless gruel. (Bagels in L.A. suck.) I'd happily go to Jersey for a better bagel.

Everybody I know who stayed behind or returned quickly to NOLA were very grateful for the "imported goons" (i.e., the National Guard) rather than the indigenous goons (i.e., the NOPD). The National Guard were great and badly needed. Man, I've heard stories ...

Additionally, the National Guard were personally helpful to

Well, he was in those Apple commercials with John Hodgman for years. Last movie I saw him in was Drag Me To Hell, which I really liked. That was about ... five years ago, I guess.

When Andy said goodbye to Woody I sat there and sobbed. I wanted to be 18 again and go to his college and be his boyfriend.

Please explain to the good people of the Gawker comments how your behavior here is even remotely civilized. What are you, an antisocial twelve-year-old? May I recommend some therapy or medication? Did you not get enough attention from your mommy when you were a child?

I know, I'm feeding a troll here (I actually

Oh. Hello. I remember you from the other thread.

At first I laughed and thought, "Awesome!" but ... in reading the article and seeing that she was filming herself and that these were Vines, I question her authenticity. How long did she rehearse these lines so that she could be a Vine Star? I've only recently become aware of the existence of "Vine Stars" and they

From what I've read it's set after the 12 labors, which is a shame because a movie about the 12 labors made these days could be extremely badass. Also, Brent Ratner, bleh.

Haha, oh dear. Well, he IS adorable, and with a little housebreaking he could be just about perfect. Good luck!

Well, look at your hands. If your index finger is longer than your middle finger, and if your eyebrows meet in the middle ... well, I ain't goin' anywhere near yo' ass on the night of the full moon.

I've had the Habit. It's pretty good. It's miles better than the national burger chains, but I don't find it to be particularly special. Given the choice I'd prefer In-N-Out, despite the fact that I still don't like their fries (I seem to recall the fries are pretty good at the Habit). The best burgers, and the ones

I'm curious, do you talk to people that way in person, face to face?

Er, no. Fairly vile, actually. If you're from Chicago and grew up on it and love it, have at it and enjoy. But don't expect the rest of us to stomach it.

I'm sorry, but anyone on this comments thread who reads this article, responds with something like "What's the big deal? They're salesmen and were just doing their jobs," and truly believes in that response is an asshole. (Or is at least being an asshole in this instance; without further examples of your behaviour I

Regarding the Tim Burton version ... I wish that the Men in Black could flashy-thing us so that we could all forget it ever existed.

Ha! I used to work as an usher at a movie theatre. At least 20% of the patrons were varying combinations of mindbogglingly stupid and horrifically rude. One appallingly rude person was loudly making some unreasonable complaint and demand (I don't even remember what) and when I politely declined she said, "I'll have

At my old job I was a lunch regular at a Johnny Rocket's burger joint across the street. My usual order cost about $7.50, for which they'd get a typical 15% tip from most people. (I once saw someone count out coins to the penny, $1.12). I liked the servers there, and the two guys who usually served me at the counter

It's completely possible to politely send something back in a restaurant if there's something wrong with your food (under- or overcooked meat is what'll do it for me). I'm friendly and non-accusatory about it (usually sheepish and apologetic), and it's never a problem. Tip is always 20% or more, if the server goes an

It was pretty much note-perfect all the way until the end. Rarely has the cancellation of a TV show made me cry. This one did.