Gone. Forever. Sad.

Don’t count your chickens before they hatch.

I’ve been commenting here regularly since years before the Kinjapocalypse.

Never attribute to malice that which is adequately explained by stupidity.

Seriously. We’ve seen enough of Matt’s writing to know he’s just deeply incompetent.

It’s funny to think that Gawker (or whoever owned them at the time) thought Kinja was going to be adopted all over the internet and rival Disqus. They’ve literally never gotten it to work properly.

The format of its site is what turns me off. 

You’d think a lot of things about this place.

I used to be ungreyed here and on Jezebel. Then there was some update and I’ve been greyed ever since. Pretty frustrating.

Yeah, the slow but steady transition towards AfterMASH began when Frank and Trapper and Blake left.

Just checked out that sub, it has like 100 members and averages 1 post every 5 months....

I have so many questions, namely why is he dressed like a generic enemy soldier in Far Cry in that photo?

It should be the Cobra Kai grand finale and crossover with 3 Ninjas, American Ninja, Ninja Turtles and Surf Ninjas. 

I forget who said it, but I heard someone say that the Beatles went from essentially being the Backstreet Boys to Radiohead in the span of about 7 years.

These young whippersnappers don’t understand the reason Star Wars became so special for an entire generation is that we had seventeen years without it. And of course they don’t care. And shouldn’t. But still.

Lord help me, if they stopped making Star Wars content altogether, I would be fine.  Even enthused.  

After Episode 7: I’m Going To Reset Everything, Episode 8: Hah! I’m Going To Subvert Your Reset and Episode 9: Oh Yeah? Well I’m Going to Reset Your Subversion! why would you expect a coherent strategy from Disney?

He’s not quite as good as Kevin Conroy but he’s a close second in my book.

my thoughts exactly.  The Star Wars TV shows are like the creators said, hey if you like steak, you’ll love this McDonald’s hamburger LOL.

I love it when celebrities get to use their crimes as a chance for performative declarations of self-improvement.