Why not both?

It would be a credit toward humanity: juxtaposition of overdue justice and art. I have no sympathy for those who remorselessly kill in cold blood.

I don’t think they’re getting laid, unless they’re reveling gleefully in anyone believing that they aren’t grifting the living shit out of everyone. Given the number of right-wing gifts George Conway groomed that are in this administration, these two are perfect peas in their grifty little pod. The sooner we never…

I love, love, love, love J’Nai: she’s absolutely electric onstage.

You’re correct. Splinter writers were very much all-in on Bernie. And when challenged about Bernie’s racism and misogyny, did not take it well. I suspect that the most adamantly pro-Bernie writers supported the troll problem in that commentariat, given the number of absolutely loathsome racist and misogynistic…

This is ridiculous, and I’m at least glad that I joined a couple of the offshoot groups.

I’m here to support you and the Deadspin staff, even though I’ve lurked around these parts for 10+ years across both of my Gawker accounts (old and lost plus my current one).

They sing a lot and drink a lot. So even though part of my tidy Norwegian/Danish side wants to keep a minor rivalry, I adore them.

Bovine, small Jersey (I think?) Crouton is wonderful, not to be confused with semi-famous canine Crouton who is also wonderful. Ruby (pig) is an adorable photobomb-er. 

Ugh--not unexpected, but shitty. 

How did she take it (displaced patella)? I have a close friend w/congenitally freak-of-nature knees, with ability to slide her kneecaps out to the side and back into place all the time. She’s looking at full knee replacements at the ripe young age of 40.

It’s the mythical source of berds in each and every hamberder.

FWIW, my well-functioning laptop loses its ever-loving shit every time I come to Splinter. The change in ad format--even when using an ad blocker--just fucks everything up. Best wishes to you and your tech.

This asshole is bringing his irrationally-irate show to my city, tomorrow. I will thoroughly not enjoy the fact that essentially all public transit is shutting down for him, on top of street closures, and security helicopters that have been circling downtown since I got back from California two days ago.

I loathe Elmo with the fire of 10,000 burning suns. For a while in Sesame Street’s history, I felt like attempts at higher-level humor (and darkness) were made that pushed kids to level up a bit while learning. All semblance of that humor evaporated in the ‘90s as Elmo arose out of obscurity, as 3-year-olds are not…

Good brisket is worth its weight in gold—clip above w/juices running as soon as the knife hits the fatty vein is heaven. See also pork belly that melts in the mouth (my favorite thing ever).

It’s different when you do it to yourself, season in and season out.

Duly noted  ;)

Who knows—they could be NYTimes’s next hires. Throw in Denton for triple trouble. In the long list of good decisions, NYTimes could also adopt Kinja.

Because we have no standards? Because we can’t have nice things? Because someone left the cake out in the rain?