Affleck has become a popular punching bag for no valid reason (well, his politics are insipid, but that’s not it). His acting was not the problem with Daredevil.

Clark Gregg may get top billing on AoS, but who are the main badasses we are tuning in to watch beat people up every week? May, Bobbi and Skye. Boss of the Inhumans? Female. Maria Hill seems to be in charge of everything. The guys are practically an afterthought.

Two MCU movies a year aren’t exactly an onerous proposition for the average viewer, let alone the comic geek. The problem is all of the other franchises. I mean, an X-Movie every year... a biennial Spidey flick... the FF... then maybe Marvel starts rolling out new films of properties they have re-acquired like…

Conversely, perhaps the hundreds of millions in profit these studios rake in allows them to take more risks with chancier, narrower-appeal films in other genres. Rising tides and so forth.

Really... Clint going on about how he wanted to re-do the kitchen or whatever was thisclose to the cop-retiring-tomorrow trope.

I was surprised and a little disappointed there was no Coulson in AoU. Would have made for some nice corporate synergy if nothing else. Do the Avengers even know he is still alive? Do they care? I would think yes on both counts.

I think the Gawker writers get extra credit every time they use “White (anything)“ derisively.

I would like an MCU Wonder Man just for comic relief at his costumes. Like, first that awful green-red-yellow monstrosity.

As a kid my wife would go out and maybe have one drink, and has never taken a drug stronger than Advil in her life. I was a skinnier Bluto from age 14 on. My daughter is somewhere in the middle. I guess I can’t complain. I’ve tried to teach her to be responsible, not get in trouble, be aware of her surroundings. So…

I can’t wait for some enterprising baller (or truly fucked-up individual) to declare he is too depressed or confused or whatever to play, the team tries to cut him, then some ADA ambulance-chasing shyster sues the team for millions for not making “reasonable accommodations” or some similar horse-hockey.

It’s actually quite simple to understand: Garner was a fat tub of goo who had a heart attack after resisting arrest. A Grand Jury, and not a gang of demagogues, weighed the evidence and concluded no crime was committed. No one “killed” him, other than the people who overfed him.

Comic Book Guy on The Simpsons might be the most true-to-life animated character ever. No wonder people make fun of us.

Only thing I got out of this was “Hey, the guy from True Blood is in this?”.

Thanks for the explanation. I am now intrigued. I am generally an advocate of frying everything possible.

In the division of labors, my wife handles all the bills, my kid’s school stuff, basically any paperwork. (Though a lot of the time her “doing the bills” is actually goofing off on facebook.) I am chore monkey, responsible for all manual labor indoor and out. That includes vacuuming, a particularly monotonous endeavor…

The answer to “What is that sticking out the cat’s ass?” was dental floss. I ended up pulling a 2-foot-long strand out. It actually must have been bothering him because he just stood there and allowed it, which is not generally his vibe.

My cat eats paper when he decides Attention Must Be Paid. He decides you’ve spent enough time with the newspaper: chompy chomp chomp. Doing the bills? Not on his watch: Tear Rip chew. Recently he learned how to pull toilet paper down, so if you aren’t quick enough to get his his morning wet food he puts on quite a…

Heading to a client the very young (like 22) woman who was to do the presentation, a fun girl I was pretty good friends with, got a call from her mom that her childhood dog needed to be euthanized. She just lost it. We got on the subway and of course it was delayed, and she just stood there sobbing. For the first…

My wife had a C-section, so she was completely out of it. I played with my daughter a little bit, milled around the ward, then they let me feed her, then they said the baby needed to sleep, so I figured, might as well bail. Went home, ate a giant plate of leftover pasta, had a couple beers, and went to sleep. Showed…

Forget how to SAY it, what the hell is it? I’ve had cheese fondue and chocolate fondue, but unless I am reading this wrong it sounds like they were dipping meat into a cup of hot oil?! What the everloving hell?