Sullivanish
Sullivanish
Sullivanish

Doulas are just Life Coaches for the vagina.

“I gersh she wern ther fert”

Dude looks like Joss Whedon and Jim Gaffigan had a lovechild.

They alive, damn it!

Now where’s that Chris Rock video about what’s wrong with Baseball?

I have very little faith in what an automated grammar checker has to say about anything, unless they’ve gotten WAY better than they were the last time I left the green squiggled turned on in Word.

They both come off looking like dicks. The message that begins “I’m sorry, but I don’t think you know..” escalated the exchange pretty significantly.

I think that’s a fantastic way of looking at it, honestly.

I have a Blur that I keep in a bag. It’s a poor choice for pocket duty, though, as the skateboard tape on the sides will just straight up MURDER your pants. My Leek is my most common to have on my persons, and I also have a cheapo Shuffle that I carry sometimes.

I’m still waiting for the industrial metal remake of Blood Makes Noise.

The Lemonheads version was wonderfully trashy (even if it was, allegedly, literally recorded at gunpoint), though their attack on Patsy Cline’s “Strange” is even better.

Ya done messed up, A-A-Ron.

Gross.

Of all the sins of the MINI interior, the center-mounted speedomoeter isn’t even in the Top 10.

NO FATE BUT WHAT WE MAKE. dun-dun-DUN-dun-DUN.

I feel like I’m missing some important context for this article.

43 seconds. That's how much of that song I could take. Stig had not shown up by then, sadly.

I think the Superleggera concept is beautiful, but as a current MINI owner, I don't know that I'd be up for buying into another round of Find The Squeaking Plastic that the past two years have brought me.

I love covers that reimagine or reinvent the original. This is not one of those covers. Just sounds like a pale retreading of Chapman's version.