My roommate and I just watched the last 2 episodes of seasons 3. We were screaming "Holy shit!" at each other at the end of both episodes. Shit gets heavy.
Stop it.
Los Gorditos and El Nutri Taco are ique delicioso!
I'm moving to this place that's so new, you probably haven't heard of it.
Hey! It's Sleater-DASH-Kinney! Get it right!
Whatever happened to the Hulk Hogan commenter? I loved that guy!
Alberta is pretty high up. I'm feeling good about my tsunami chances.
The Swerve: How The World Became Modern, by Stephen Greenblatt.
Chartex, you should give it another go. I only read it about three years ago (I'm 27) and it blew me away.
Fassbender? Hardly know 'er!
Baby, you got a stew goin'!
It's been getting a little too chummy around here.
I'm thinking CMT has something against gymnastic emoting.
HOLY SHIT! IT IS! Thanks for the heads up, The Holy Hand Grenade
I saw The Sandlot in the theater when I was about 10 and I was bored to tears. There, I said it.
I've always been inclined to consider myself an agnostic, with that whole idea that certainty in no god is just as arrogant as certainty in god. But as soon as I actually think about the possibility of someone believing in a genuine deity, whether it's Yahweh, Shiva or whoever, I can't help but think, "Well, no,…
The Beast Rabin, It comes down to empathy. Humanist moral action stems from relating and identifying with the suffering of others. The "value" of it comes from seeing the relief from suffering for others as an extension of relief of suffering for ourselves b/c of our relatedness with others. Spirituality has nothing…
I logged in merely to "like" this. Am I wrong?
Fucking. A.