My uncle fell off a ladder last year and shattered his leg, got a dozen surgeries and endless infections, and he still may never really walk again.

Played some Mansions of Madness by way of celebrating Halloween a little early. I ran a fun zombie thriller (Return of the Reanimator), but I screwed it up: the last event card got misplaced, so the investigators ran out of time and lost way too early. So embarassed.

Yeah, I think the secret sauce is that while it's not a comedy, it is lighthearted and fun. Reminds me of Buffy the Vampire Slayer that way, though it doesn't have Joss Whedon's gift for snappy dialogue.

ICP can stop by my Electricity and Magnetism class next week: "Fucking Magnets: How do They Work?" is my Monday lecture.

Eh. I've been following ICP's antics through The AV Club for years now, I think I know what they're about, but I hadn't heard of this bit until now. I wouldn't expect a theater owner to know about it unless they were an ICP fan. It's not like booking Gallagher and being upset about the watermelon juice.

Good call, Internet. If you've got just one clever idea, hit it in ten seconds and be done. Don't drag out the gag for a three-minute video. I'm looking at you, "Fuck Me Ray Bradbury", BACK TO THE FUTURE predicts 9/11, and every Ylvis song ever.

The fewer zombies there are in an episode of The Walking Dead, the better it is.

I dunno about you, but my trash gets picked up by a robot. One of these:

That's true for a lot of people: once you get old enough to have just a little success in life, you start thinking it's entirely due to your merit. Then shit happens to you and you realize that the efforts of other people do matter.

The idea is that what *I* see is the only objective reality, and in particular, what other people see is irrelevant.

Yeah, as I've mentioned elsewhere, Anthem is the one that usually gets assigned in high school, because it distills objectivism down to 70 pages.

You're right, though the problem with Superman (and Supergirl) is that there's really nothing they can't handle. The whole franchise is a long chain of excuses to create dramatic tension by saying that Superman can't just heat-vision his way out of *this* mess, because … um… because green space rocks! Yeah!

Titus Burgess as Jimmy Olsen I guess?

good-hearted and optimistic to a fault

I like a lot of his work (including Lost), but he's really got the hipster douchebag archetype nailed down.

If I had to spend my whole life being an opossum, I'd probably swear constantly and jump in front of cars to get it over with asap.

Oh jesus christ, hundreds of Duggars weaving little parachutes with their spinnerets and drifting in the wind across the countryside, ready to spawn a new brood wherever they land.

Yeah, you know that possum just spends the whole day muttering "fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck" quietly to herself so the kids won't hear.

You know how this is going to play out: their marketing department is going to make this a Commitment to Quality Thing, and they'll make the sandwich artists whip out a little tape measure and size up your bread before asking what you want on it.

No no, I don't mean to imply that if Iran gets the bomb they're immediately going to use it. It's just that the only measure of failure that really matters here is whether a city gets vaporized.