Thank you! I was convinced for years that I hated mustard. No, I only hated the yellow variety that resembles bird crap in more ways than the texture.

As for how, Swamp Thing created a cigarette for John to smoke. John, being not always terribly bright, smokes it, allowing the possession.

I love this gif and will be saving it.

Check out A Colder War also. It’s not the same universe, but it hits the same themes and is truly excellent. And then check out his Laundry books, which are the same themes again, but looking inside the British agency and much less depressing.

I tried to read it three times. Bounced off it each time. I just didn’t give two shits about the narrator, he honestly had me routing against him. I knew the book would be geek fulfillment fantasy, I quit reading because I didn’t want to see him win.

Do they still do that? It was fun in the 90s (a friend told me that someone got that chant going during a Bruins game even). But these days, the Yankees are just another team. I’ll talk shit about them, but only to needle my friends who are Yankees fans. In all honesty, they’re just another baseball team to me now.

My dad had a sailboat he loved like this. Damn thing was always breaking down and he sunk more money into it than I care to think about. We had to sell it when he died, we couldn’t afford the dry dock and mooring fees and no one was going to actually take it out.

Because we all know that the War of the Roses had dragons, white walkers, giants and children of the forest. Of course, adding these fantastical elements is ok, but changing the race of various groups is a step to far.

I really, really hate that I can beat that one. Not the guy pissing one. But the vomit. I was helping these two very drunk tourist figure out how to get to their destination when the one who wasn’t talking, turns her head slightly and vomits all over me.

On the other hand, I try to be as defensive and courteous as possible these days because of just how much of a huge flaming asshole I was when I had to drive through Boston daily to get to my job. Realized I could have killed the person I was tailgating and myself after emerging from the 93 tunnel going over 65 with…

I always thought that was an Uncle Bonsai song. Now I know.

I don’t normally drive in the city. But I moved from Brooklyn to Manhattan recently. Try doing this around Columbia in a UHaul. (Parked on a Sunday night, unloaded it on Monday because rules.) Never again. Next time I am hiring people, I don’t care if that means I eat ramen for three months.

A friend of mine who wrote fanfic in high school told me that she wrote a Highlander fanfic because she felt obligated too in her community. She had never watched the show, she just needed to write the fic.

Neil Gaiman uses that exact line in one of his books (I think it’s Neverwhere) to describe a perfect blue sky without a cloud in it.

We’re missing the two most important religions of the 20th century: The Discordians and Church of the Subgenius.

No, the best Christmas music is so old that it was written in Latin. The shit that came out after 1930 is what we hear repeatedly on the radio. Give me something solid by a German composer and we’re all good.

By tradition, he should have abdicated after professing sympathy for the Nazis. That’s the problem with the British Royal Family, no respect for tradition.

Thank you. The real question was “is a fuck-ton or a shit-ton larger?” I think that a “metric fuck-ton” is greater than a regular “fuck-ton,” but I do believe that even without the metric qualifier, a fuck-ton is greater than a shit-ton. And I’ve never heard anyone talk about a metric shit-ton.

Being a cop doesn’t help that much.

Wow, racist and anti-semitic all in one comment section. Dude, buy less bleach, you don’t need to wear the klan outfit every day.