She sells them to a factory? What does a factory do with them? Do they want to fail the sanitary inspections?

I have a cat (the tabby one in my avatar) who shares a claim to me with the wife. Every night at around 4, he'll jump on the bed demanding me to go with him, to be fed and to sleep on the loungeroom couch, a demand that, when unmet, often results in our matrimonial bed being peed on. So, I hardly ever wake up next to…

Agreed. For some reason, his physique is sort of inspiring, isn't it? But when it's time to actually hit the gym, I always say, "Nah, I'll just grow my beard a bit longer", and it makes me feel just as good.

"Tinder Stalking" sounds like a New Age-y self sustenance thing where you need you plant something in your backyard.

I am Mexican. I am not offended. Actually, where I work, there are a bunch of shady gyms where luchadores come to train, but never go to any actual fights. So applying Drew's logic, the luchadores might have another source of income...

In this day and age, you can get shot for just about anything, though!

This is funny because it's true.

Isn't the Matrimony Gap a clothes store where they sell high waisted jeans for women and xl polo shirts that can fit a beer gut?

This made me sad: a story I don't fully get because since I'm married, I don't use Tinder. Monogamy is keeping me away from the cutting edge of technology!

But it could be worse! It could be #we'repregnant!

Yeah, we can empathize, but it will never be the same.

Exactly, just like the X-Men themselves are adapted to look good in a "realistic" setting, so do the Sentinels, and they are believable, menacing, and awesome.

Those tiny things are perfect energy shields to protect yourself from the real world. You might get run over by a bus, or mugged, but your hashtags and likes are your badges of honor, and you can feel connected, therefore less alone in this soulless world, everywhere you are.

Tales From The Mos Eisley Cantina.

Hey, I was the one who brought up the package that creates its own contents, and Alexandra and Christina were kind enough to respond to my query, and now I officially feel (internet) proto-famous!

I know. I've heard too, many tales of angry geeks (even on this here site's sibling, io9.) But the geeks I knew were delighted in knowing geek girls or getting girls interested in geekdoms, and were as open and as inclusive as many of the things we liked taught us to be. The gay ones came out as such with little…

Gut microbes that report on possible toxins inside the body? Quite amazing. Thanks for the link to the article.

For some of us, that's an everyday life. An afterlife *without* churros might be a welcome respite, sadly.

Yeah, I kept thinking that I would not frame that certificate (or show it to my dad,) because how dare they not capitalize your name?!

Exactly. Same goes for dishes in the dishwasher. I loathe putting them away so much, that I simply wash everything by hand on the sink. (I'm a pragmatist, not a simplist.)