#2 is easy—just modify your computer’s clock.

Carambolage.

Run me over like one of your French girls.

Nintendo’s Pennant Chase Baseball. The way MLB’s licensing worked, 2k was the only 3rd party allowed to make MLB games, but first parties were allowed as well, which is why Playstation got MLB The Show. Gamecube wasn’t getting the 2k versions, so they made their own and demoed it, but it seems like they killed it in…

This is my “You Are One Million Years Old” moment.

Just don’t punch them softly in the throat. They might develop an immunity to later, stronger throat punches.

BMW 3-series. Or as we call it, the Bay Area Camry.

I hadn’t really thought about replacement hosts, but now that Sue Perkins has been suggested, I can’t think of any replacement cast but her, David Mitchell, and Richard Ayoade.

Shave 8 minutes off the game, and make fans show up an hour early to go through security theater. Nice job, MLB.

Fries are on the wrong side of the gyro. They should be on the inside.

The DS game Kaitou Rusou has a scene where you have to close the DS’s lid to advance. Is that game completely unplayable on the 2DS?

In an interview given to TIME magazine in 2001, one hostess club owner talked about the time he went to the police to report an assault on a staff member: "I am a club owner, and she was a hostess," he said. "They looked down on that. They refused to open a case."

Are these normalized for the relative differences in the minimum wage in the areas they operate? In-N-Out is a regional chain, so it’s probably most affected by this.

...he made his fortitude save?

"Burning it off and on again."

Decided to get a real video card for my PC. This was in the days of fixed function pipelines, so I got a Matrox G400, since it was more powerful than the Voodoo2s of the time, and had native EMBM support. The first game I got to play on it was Drakan. Things were going okay until I got to a part where there were…

Except who would play that game?

The 90deg right interchange should be here, giving the 90deg left flyover its own off-ramp.

Especially if you took a picture/scan of your face, so when the reflection showed up it was yours.

Watching eight-year-old boys play the game you lot insist on calling soccer is a peculiar pastime. As a spectator you are vaguely aware that the humanlings are governed by some sort of laws and rules, but it is hard to decipher what those are. Furthermore, despite each child being regularly reminded that they have a…