Bearing in mind that my peak Sassy years were literally over a quarter century ago, when it first came out, it felt like a high-quality zine and really stood out because every other magazine on the shelf had squeaky-clean all-American girls on the cover and was about making boys like you by being said squeaky-clean…

WAGON WHEELS FOR EVERYONE

I would totally watch a salami battle with buff shiny hairless men with CGI abs. How did I miss that?

Yeah, I don't watch a lot of movies but weirdly I like reading long-form criticism like this where the author really gets to dig in. And Ignatiy's good at it.

Sassy was fantastic in its first incarnation. Then it came down with corporatist cancer and died a horribly painful disfiguring death.

Hiddleston can do creepy and he can do Shakespeare. There was an interview with him here on the AVC where he recited from Coriolanus off the top of his head and it was a struggle not to immediately retire to my bunk.

My brother got very, very good at very, very specific blocks. The great thing about button mashing is that it was character-independent, whereas my brother's skills had to be modified for each character. So if Tanya's X-mashing combo didn't cut it against my brother's mastered Sub-Zero skills, I could pick different…

Wow, I'd forgotten about the existence of the novelizations of "Condorman" and "Oh Heavenly Dog!" despite reading them to shreds when I was in elementary school and seeing both movies (somehow getting into the latter despite not even being nine years old because it was at a drive-in theatre).

If it was anything like the "fights" we had 15-20 years prior, they pretty much ended as soon as any serious blows landed and/or someone started crying and/or bleeding. And they were rarely soundtracked (unless someone could turn their Walkman up reeeeeeeaaaaaally loud).

I have a completely irrational love for this video game franchise due to many, many hours spent with various installments playing with my older brother. He was the consummate technician, spending hours mastering huge combos and then me and my button-mashing would come along and frustrate him to no end. I rarely won…

Nope, just a bad photo:

They like to roam the land.

He also owns Jesus' pipe. /deep cut

Before this newswire drops off the front page… back when I was doing a compsci degree, a friend wrote a simple throwaway message board script in perl for group projects. It kept all the comments in a stupid big text file. This was 15+ years ago. Guess what? It had nested comments. If Kinja hasn't included nesting…

2000+ comments in something like two hours and the only person saying "hey, maybe this won't be so bad" is a Kinja tech support person…

The longer I go without pictures here, the more I long for no pictures in other online cesspools.

The "homes of the stars" I was cajoled into 10 years ago didn't include anyone who a) might actually be in their LA residence for any length of time, b) doesn't have security up the wazoo (the bus pulls up to the security gate while the tour guide gives their spiel) or c) had starred in anything of note in the past…

Female managers: Dilyn and Justyss.

I'm both! And I work in IT! ::runs off to do evil things::

My goatee says yes.