A buddy of mine bought a used car a few weeks ago that has an issue with the roof (it’s a convertable). A plastic part sheared off, and while it’s not critical, the stubby part does make the roof more difficult to operate.

Couple of thoughts from a non-fan:

And endless hours of crying, guilt, and shame. The hidden costs add up.

I bought one of these a couple of months ago. They are boss.

I bought one of these a couple of months ago. They are boss.

I see a couple of problems:

Until these things actually work, I ain’t interested.

Bozos holding up a camera every eight seconds is the number one reason I quit going to shows.

About four years ago, the local Ace hardware had a great deal on the Genesis E grills— half off. For $350, I got myself a battleship that also serves as a grill. It’s lovely. Every April, I pull it out of its winter cocoon , clean it up, hook up a tank, and it fires up like a dream.

Or those who criticise the critiques, without offering a critique themselves.

It’s fair to say that college sports are largely bullshit.

Didn’t realize Memorial Day was all about Dad Rawk. Ugh.

No. The opening line for him is “My name is Jack Crabb. A hunnert an’ eleven years ago, my family was wiped out by a band of the Pawnee.”

I’m old enough to remember the original Scooby-Doo broadcasts on Saturday mornings. I also remember Scooby-Doo sucked HARD.

Yep. This will definitely result in a shitty movie. And sequels.

This is lovely and all, but getting the nails out of these sumbiches is no fun. Especially the headless part. I usually end up just cutting off that bit of wood.

Then the answer is obvious: more booze. Not less. Help these momos into the ground.

I tried twice to get into Voyager, but I just couldn’t manage it. But last fall, I started commuting on the train and had a lot more time on my hands. I finished Voyager a couple of weeks ago. Here are my general guidelines:

There’s not one show in this list that I want to watch. It’s all derivative nonsense. It doesn’t matter who’s in it or the setting, the premises are tired, tired, tired. I have no idea how the networks are still in business.

Game of Thrones. Whatevs. It’s fucking TV.