Yeah, the Black Hebrews/Black Israelites/Hoteps are a hell of a bunch. They're kind of seeing a resurgence of late as a bit of a mirror image of the alt-right: Both groups support race separation, albeit via different methods. I've seen Hoteps referred to as the "ankh-right," which makes me laugh.

It really is a very well-designed game, the way it eases you into the various aspects (tank stuff, leaving the tank, entering the buildings, charging up your gun, etc.). I played it without the benefit of a map, too, so I remember the first time I beat level 3, I had no idea what to do—it's fairly linear up to that…

"When someone tries to blow you up, not because of who you are, but for different reasons altogether!"

I saw Black Sheep before I saw Tommy Boy. Therefore, I enjoy Black Sheep more.

The Brian to his Jesus.

"Oh, fuck Stummies!"
"No, Chris, I don't think I will fuck Stummies."

The various discussions of Pain & Gain on this site make me want to see it. Seems like it unintentionally turns Bay's…well, Bay-ness into something interesting.

Beating Blaster Master was one of my prime NES accomplishments back in the day. Fuck, that game was a marathon. Crazy fun, though. I still play it from time to time.

Chicken
Grease
Salt

You are better than most at FMK.

"At this point when I walked out of "Jonathan Livingston Seagull" — some 45 minutes into the movie — the hero had learned to avoid garbage and fly high, but the film, alas, had not."

Eh, he's more of a singer/songwriter.

"That Guy"

Dallas ain't bad—it's goddamn atrocious. Fuck Dallas.

"(which, like much of the movie, is for some reason narrated by his friend Willie)"

But that would be CENSORING CONSERVATIVES, you see. (I'm serious, that's what Wingnut Twitter believes. Hell, they believe that even these modest steps constitute a vicious attack on conservatives. Such snowflakes.)

I would assume she's gonna be Tina Ferrari.

Ah, boy. I'm just so tired of all these star wars.

Oh man…I drank a ridiculous amount of that stuff when I was in Malaysia. Crazy good.

One of my favorite little box-outs in the Daily Show book was a picture of Bush wearing a cowboy hat with the caption, "This Connecticut-born, Yale-educated son of a political dynasty successfully ran as an outsider. Experts are still wondering how the hell that happened."