Obviously other things earn the “despicable” label, how else would you describe the pronoun trouble involved in duping a hunter to shoot a duck even though it’s clearly rabbit season?

One of the side effects of being on the autism spectrum is that it takes . . . a lot to trigger my uncanny valley response (to date, the only reason I even know what the uncanny valley response feels like is a movie called White Chicks).

All I know is that I’m enjoying the hell out of it so far, and as long as it keeps that up, it’s a success.

wait...those coffee and cigarette ads... ... ...Is that Zee Captain?