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Interesting that Madam Gao has Iron First like powers sans glowing hand. I hope she sticks around to explore that.

Ehh. I have no love for the Punisher, bunch of ultraviolent vigilante bullshit the likes that Zack Snyder would give his right testicle to write/direct. JJ is the best of the lot, especially now that they've established that she's still fucking awesome without Kilgrave to play off. I liked Luke Cage well enough,

Yeah, she's actually my favorite part of the Netflix shows.

Yeah, I think they did an entire episode on it.

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSS.

I have 14690 or so after this one.

It's left me feeling gutted.

This. Gamey food is the mark of a lower economic class than most middle class Americans like to pretend they are. Also, we've been subjected to literally generations of advertising reminding that beef is what's for dinner, pork is the other white meat and Frank Perdue's chicken is superior to all other foods.

And apparently if you didn't prepare the turtle correctly, it made you piss green. Or so Patrick O'Brian has informed me.

I often get the feeling that he's perpetually embarrassed by what an amazing dickbag his old man is.

Ehhh, you were doing that anyway.

WTF? Did you see the kitchen pics? All that fancy molding and tile and they have stock fucking black appliances.

Yup. And Nazi-ridden.

Nah, you should read the Philadelphia PD's social media accounts. They're pretty damned funny.

I'm not unconvinced that this "AI" isn't really just Nora Roberts. Or her alias, J.D. Robb.

"Former navy SEAL Lucas Washington was an expert at tackling impossible missions. But when a striking—and very pregnant—woman turned up in a car he was repossessing, suddenly he was in over his head. Shaken and bruised, she couldn't remember what had happened to her or why she was terrified of going to the police.

Back when I was in college, I jokingly said I was going to write romance novels for a living (still, not a bad idea, I think), but to preserve my *ahh-hem* integrity, I would do it under the name Meredith Bellowsworth.

Tertiary Syphilis.

True, very true. With my luck, I'd prolly panic and unlock the phone by accident though.

He was incredibly gracious when C.C. Banana interviewed him for Metal Sludge.