Shade of gray nothing. Barring photography of a select class of law enforcement officers because of the possible sensitivity of the job opens up the possibility of a huge curtailment of otherwise-protected activity because their images may be caught up in a larger dragnet of information. How big of a perimeter around…

I applauded at my desk.

Note that this “threat” was promulgated to other police departments, including Los Angeles, who were gearing up for protests (naturally, as the cops out here—LAPD, LASD, CHP—have a terrible record when it comes to transparency and violent engagement with the public). The LAPD deputy chief this morning confirmed that…

Shoes off. I don’t know what it is, but I carry all my anxiety in my feet for some reason. The recirculated cabin air on my stocking feet feels infinitely better and safer. It’s also one of my nausea-busting emetophobe moves. “Ha ha, this goofball is taking his shoes off!” friends and family will chortle, as I pretend…

Counterpoint: I saw this movie in a theater and laughed not a single time, as an inordinate number of the bona fide jokes were completely exhausted by the ceaseless and ubiquitous marketing campaign.

Yes, Boston will not waver when it comes to supporting their old and obviously-anachronistic sports stadia, like Boston Garden.

So you have as much money as the Red Sox ownership consortium? Cool and smart argument.

I mean, you do realize that staying in Fenway Park is itself optional, no?

I'm originally a head and neck surgeon and we do facial plastic surgery as part of our training. And what got me into this was a little boy came in and got attacked by three pit bulls, lost most of his scalp and a lot of destroyed facial features. I was able to help, as a head and neck resident, put that little boy…

The not-quite-soft, not-quite-bristly hairs of Scott’s beard tickled the back of Geoffrey’s neck as he leaned in to observe the senior chef’s knife skills, sending shudders throughout both men’s bodies. “Mr. Zakarian,” Scott whispered, his lips close enough to radiate heat into Geoffrey’s ear, “what exactly are we…

I don’t miss hourly to semi-hourly feedings/changings, but holy heck do I miss me some new baby smell.

A+ baby right there. And consider this: that baby looks that on point and still has new baby smell.

Doing a barrel roll in com.google was... unexpected.

Eww. Eww. Lego. LEGO. I had TRUST in you. I thought "hey, get the girls some Duplo, everybody likes building stuff!" And then you pull this shit right here?Oh hell to the motherfucking no. I will sooner buy them an early grave than toss another nickel in your general direction. Nothing, not a cent, not a second glance…

I have no valuable input re: the larger question of race and this show, or like, in general? BUT. The title character's response to somebody playing "guess who?" with her is hands-down one of the funniest things I have ever seen ever.

The cautionary tale ought not to be about his crummy personal views (which were—and I don't mean this necessarily as an excuse—both sadly common for the era/industry and kinda spun far out of proportion in retrospect), but the incredible financial strain his studio faced for decades, fueled primarily by Walt's…

That fucking McDonald's commercial. Two years, one wife, two daughters, and an incredibly supporting and loving set of in-laws later, I didn't break character during that little needling on the single most Masculine-American day of the year. The third act played out in the wee morning hours, with our youngest dozing…

There are far more complicated market forces at work than just "big schools will pay to get the best players." There are 350 schools and St. John's in Division I right now. Uncapping both player compensation and team size, you run into situations as follows:

There is a huge difference between "there's not one corroborated account of racism at Indian Wells" and "there's no readily-available documentary evidence of specific people yelling the n-word at any of the Williamses at a specific match." Just because people don't throw around racial epithets like Tom Metzger doesn't…

I will show up in all articles that mention Indian Wells. It's my bête noire.