Just looking at your avatar is kinda working for me right now.

Interesting point. I hadn't thought of it from the point of view of the other party feeling pressured.

Oh man, that bugs me. I know lane-splitting is legal in some places, but some of the practitioners are so reckless and entitled, it also makes me want to open my door and send them flying.

When I was a young, obnoxious lad, my friends and I would often to go the local donut merchant's place - called "Donut Chunks" - to play video games and generally be little bastards.

Oh no, my pruno!

Whale oil beef hooked!

Oh, it's the worst! I got a good lead today on a job that would pay me almost $9,000 more per year than I currently make, but it's a one-year contract. As someone who worked in the media for 10 years (read: was job-hunting every 10-15 months), I have no temperament for job-hunting ever again. Or at least a long, LONG…

He was a good friend o' mine…

I understand that, but weight measurements are also a stupid metric. When I signed up at a gym at few years back, they weighed me and I learned I am technically "obese" for someone my height.

I guess that would make sense if Batman and Robin had been "fun," or anyone had considered it so. But it wasn't, so that just makes no sense at all.

You are a fucking monster. I am removing my greeting from the "hi!" thread.

I was cautiously excited to find Hires alcoholic root beer at my liquor-monger's recently, since I loved Hires but it's not around in Canada no more (at least in my area).

Seriously? Okay, you got me I'm clearly making this up since I am a hypersensitive fanboy who exercises my movie cathexis with absurd conspiracy theories.

That's a whole lot to write considering that (a) I haven't said anything defending the Snyder movies since they're not the only ones that get criticism for being no fun and (b) I didn't say anything about critical analysis calling for 1960s-style campiness. I can't tell if you're missing the point on purpose just to…

I almost hit a biker (motorcyclist, to be clear) on my drive to work this week. I had an advanced green and he ran through the red light. He followed me to work and yelled at me in the parking lot about how "If he hadn't been paying attention, I would have killed him."

But how does one remove the bag to huck at people/set on fire on the White House doorstep?

That's why there's the pic of him glugging water. His slimy skin dries out very quickly.

I like his tweets. They are funny.

Oh wait, are we talking punchability?

Some critics sure, but some also have an idea that comic books = wacky fun/"POW" "ZOKK"-silliness, which is often way off-base.