We are truly in the darkest timeline. 

I’ve added “scream-cry in car before work” to my daily to-do list. It means that I have 30 fewer minutes to spend with my newborn son every day, but self-care is important.

This is why I’ve stopped telling people I’m from Flint. I sound vaguely Canadian, so I just tell people I’m from Sarnia. I no longer have the patience to explain to people why that situation is not funny.

Another great example (in my opinion) is the director’s cut of Brazil. That film was gutted by the studios, including the infamous television edit (REMEMBER THOSE?!?!), so a director’s cut was almost essential if you wanted the truest version of Gilliam’s vision.

I watched it with my mother and my sister, and I can say now in retrospect that we may have been a tad too young. (I was five, and my sister was three.) As my mother told the story, we were fine throughout the initial airing of the video, but not long after she had to drag us out of a Pizza Hut because we freaked out…

Competitive lifter here. The angry bro is projecting his insecurities onto the kid. We don’t let it drop to let you know what we’re doing; we let it drop because the weight is heavy, and lowering it quietly to the floor isn’t safe. Don’t like the sound of heavy metal hitting the floor? I hear Planet Fitness caters to…

My wife and I just had our first child, and you better damn believe I whisper-screamed “IGNORE ME!” directly into my son’s face the first time I was alone with him.

Anderson needs to take that act to the gridiron, where mindless violence is both encouraged and applauded. He had ample time to assess the situation and go around Eagle; he had absolutely no need to truck a defenseless player.

And you can’t suspend your disbelief and assume that said list wasn’t comprehensive?

I completely agree. I ended up missing its theatrical run and renting it. I would have loved to have seen that on the big screen.

Every so often a “human interest” story comes along and warms our collective hearts. You have given us a gift: the story of one useless troll’s inexplicable journey out of the greys. No one will ever know how you did it, but that will only add to the allure!

Funny you should say this, because I routinely berate myself for how attracted I am to both of them.

That’s unfair to Al...he actually succeeded on some level.

How in the heck did this get out of the greys? And manage to get (as of this writing) 23 stars?

THEN WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE AND ALSO COMMENTING?

I can’t be the only one who saw the picture at the top of the piece and thought “Man, if this didn’t tell me that was Nathan Fillion, I’d have sworn that was Jason Bateman!”

Gord’s writing it up in Heaven as we speak.

EDIT: struck out 50 times.

In 2006 he hit 49 homers and struck 50 times. That is god-level talent.

I’m an avid Tigers fan(born and raised in Flint) who lived in Boston for a spell (back when every car had a “NO-MAH!” sticker on it). I can honestly say that I am appreciating what Boston is doing more because I don’t feel like they’re being shoved down our collective throats.