My biggest question was: Didn’t Peter Quill have a gun, or blasters of some kind? Why didn’t he just shoot Thanos in the face as a way of expressing his rage?

I don’t disagree that the press is manipulative and hyperbolic...although I think there’s an interesting discussion to be had about how everyone getting used to getting news for free and no longer being willing to pay for it has led to that business model, but that’s a digression.

This is the very heart of conservative politics in today’s America - white people, men, the rich, whatever demographic with power you want to call out, claiming victimization despite the fact that they hold all the cards. It’s infuriating, especially because it seems to work so damn well.

Your article contains an error in that it says Kanye has become a great rapper.

Cool story bros/humblebrag: Some coworkers at an old job tried to play a prank on me once by switching the “M” and “N” keys on my keyboard - I guess they’d done it to some other folks with success. Due to my MAD CRAZY SKILLZ at touch typing, though, I didn’t ever notice until I left the job a couple of years later.

She’s playing NYC the day I leave town for a business trip.

Needs more Mystery Science Theater 3000. There are a bunch of episodes both old and new on Netflix, plus a lot available in full on Youtube. Someone who isn’t my best friend’s neighbor’s hamster cannot get through 15 minutes of any episode while in an elevated state without at least one completely debilitating case of…

Fucking CELERY. There are foods I dislike, foods I’ll generally never eat...and then there’s celery, which makes me actively angry. Not only does it taste disgusting, not only is it all stringy and texturally annoying...but it’s practically a negative-calorie food. It’s not even nutritionally worth the effort to choke…

“- Still not as good as the other trailer with the Star Wars Kinect song playing underneath it”

Or, they do something big during the Olympics and make themselves look like assholes in front of the *entire* world, whose athletes and visiting citizens they’ve just endangered, when really the only nation they’re interested in antagonizing is the United States.

This. Anyone who hunts with anything more than a knife, a rock, or their bare hands is cheating, in my opinion.

Kars for Kids is the undisputed worst. If you’ve lived in the New York area at all, it’s seared into your psyche forever like the wailing of a thousand banshees. Even now, it creeps at the edges of my mind, waiting for a moment of weakness in which to pounce.

Congrats? I mean, look, it’s a piece of entertainment media - you are obliged to neither like it or dislike it. We all attempt to carve whatever moments of joy we can out of this bleak existence, and what does that for me might not do that for you. Cool. Seems odd to, you know, make it a thing.

I think they looked cool doing it the first time. At this point, it’s pretty rote. And there are no stakes - it’s not like we believe some random Chitauri or Ultron duplicate is going to take out the Hulk. It’s basically an excuse to watch actors flailing at nothing that will be turned into something in post, and it’s…

I’m glad to see this movie is continuing in the grand “horde of personality-less CGI minions to be bloodlessly dispatched” tradition.

Yeah, as someone who has lived in both a car-dependent area and in New York City, I find commuting by train incredibly less stressful than driving. Sure, I have to deal with crowding, delays, and the occasional smell, but I’ll take that and the chance to zone out and read a book while someone else does the driving…

Nope, sorry, the correct answer here is that all people are either 100% good or 100% bad, and you have to pick one and then argue about it forever.

Brandon Sanderson is the worst. I am constantly flummoxed by his popularity. Yes, he has some creative ideas when it comes to world- and mythology-building...but, oof, the prose and dialogue. Just...no.

The story about his encounter with Gibby Haynes from Butthole Surfers in the book Our Band Could Be Your Life is just a stone classic.

I once peed after David Byrne in a stall at Terminal 5 in New York City (the show was Christine & the Queens). He had flushed and, if the clean state of the rim and surrounding floor was any indication, had impeccable aim.