I deregistered to vote a few years ago and I get almost nothing in the way of robocalls and phone spam, especially around election time.

“Nintendo” “Super Nintendo” “N64"

Spike was the worst character on BtVS and Angel.

This list is incomplete without Gunnerkrigg Court

Despite what you may have seen on the internet, Fred Durst is not real

Why are you so surprised? The AV Club is always saying “Gabbo this” and “Gabbo that”, but they never say anything about “Worship this” and “Jericho that”.

As soccer-related comedian beefs go, this one is pretty tame compared to John Oliver’s throwdown with Jack Warner.

This is one of the articles I’ve ever read.

Everything falls apart. Everything you have ever spent money on will eventually crumble away into its constituent elements, including yourself. $150 doesn’t seem like too much to spend on contemplating the impermanence of existence.

Nate Drake is in his 30s, Nathan Fillion is in his late 40s. I’m not saying he couldn’t do it, but there’s a whole Hollywood full of quippy rogueish hunk-dudes out there, some of them not even named Chris.

Costco’s policy doesn’t require a membership to shop there using Costco Cash. This isn’t cheating anyone, but rather taking advantage of the way Costco does business.

Not sure if serious, but objective journalism was never a thing. Everyone who has ever written a news story has done so with limited information and a particular perspective informed by language, culture, personal history, and political philosophy.

Check out the fucking millionaire.

I’m excited that there’s going to be a new Joss Whedon series.

Right, just like GTA doesn’t stop you from blowing up cop cars and Skyrim doesn’t stop you from mass murder, but the difference is that in Red Faction blowing shit up is your objective.

Shooting a cop car with a bazooka to see how many wanted stars you can accumulate is an asshole move.

Rotten Tomatoes are things that you throw in the garbage. Or better yet, avoid in the first place.

Denying people the ability to create and display content based on the arbitrary whims of clueless gatekeepers was something the internet was supposed to have done away with by now.

Who eats a tuna sandwich—and not tuna salad, but presumably straight tuna—and thinks it would be better with some crunchy bits?