What the hell?

If only there were something poor people could do to prevent children they can’t afford from just appearing out of thin air. Like, some sort of inexpensive (often free) device. Or certain behavior they could refrain from engaging in. Ah well, one can only dream of such things.

The Giants are practically the definition of bland and generic. Their offense was utterly predictable for decades. Their team colors are the most unoriginal combination there is, and their logo is the team name. The only people making noise at their home games are fans of the other team; the Giants fans are all 70+…

Melissa McCarthy is usually good in everything. I liked Spy. Heck, she was actually pretty funny the last two seasons of Mike and Molly once they decided to let her cut loose and be a nut instead of the Sympathetic Fat Girl.

I’m a big Marvel comics guy for 30+ years with a fairly large collection going back to the beginning of the Silver Age. While the only Mutant book I buy today is Old Man Logan, I read them all for many years.

“I didn’t laugh at Bridesmaids at all.”

It’s very sad the way they’ve been forsaken. Especially since it had been so great for the last bunch of years running up to Secret War.

Early 90s NFL on TV was rough for this New Yorker. You young’uns weren’t around before the fancy cable packages and NFL Ticket. Back then you got whatever your local affiliate gave you and that was it. Which generally meant the 1:00 Giants game, and then 8 episodes of the moribund Jets playing equally sad-sack,…

I think the first movie worked just fine, and the second could have had they written a better script (and left Doom out of it) with an actual non-cloud Galactus. The feel and the cast were spot-on. I don’t get the hate for Alba.

I wrote about this in another FF comments section... at the end of some other movie, a post-credit scene opens with a flash of light, and then a groovy 60s Fantasticar with giant tailfins perched precariously on the top of an older skyscraper. A blonde in a beehive says “Reed... where are we? Are we finally home?” And…

I was dating my future wife for almost a year and had miraculously not exposed her to my flatus in all that time. No small feat, for I am a gassy man.

That would have been pushing the limits of my wife’s tolerance.

Once in a mostly empty theater waiting for a movie to start, I felt an ill wind brewing. So when the lights went down, in that moment of silence before the film started, I lifted a cheek and let loose a mighty blast - loud, long, and even a little modulated so it went higher at the end. It was timed perfectly.…

95% of Philadelphia hometown pride is yelling “New York Sucks!” at people. My first exposure to this inferiority complex was when I went away to school in PA. I was like “Oh... we’re supposed to be rivals?”.

Rivalries in general only matter in the two (or one!) towns. I can’t imagine anyone in Seattle gives a shit when the Yankees are playing the Bosox. Any more than people in NY care if the Cubs are playing the Cardinals, or the Giants facing the Dodgers (except if there’s murder, then we’ll read about it).

Last year the theme was how RAYCESS every fan base was, so this is an improvement.

What the hell?! Do you eat the palm fronds?

This lineup is very underrated. They are not a nostalgia act, and Zak is a splendid drummer.

I’d be shocked if Gene Simmons hasn’t already set this plan up for when he is too old to get on stage anymore.

I ran out of rolls last week and made a salami-and-cheese on a Trader Joe’s everything bagel to take to work. And it was fantastic.