While PLAYING game of baseball in almost any context can be fun, the older I get the less and less I understand people who genuinely enjoy watching professional baseball games. It’s up there with “watching bad english dubs of foreign shows and not being bothered by the words not matching the mouths” for things that…

It’s really tough to feel sympathy for goddamn Red Sox fans. but man. Staying up until 3:30 a.m. eastern time only to see minor-league journeyman and Oakland A’s flameout Max Muncy steal a game Boston should have had five innings earlier has got to be rooooooough.

I set my recording to add one and a half hours to the scheduled broadcast.

“You can’t readily convert diesel to gas or vice versa.”

Want electric to catch on fast? Share the charge stations. Imagine if you could only fill up at honda stations or toyota stations. F that. Share them. 

No way man, I hear you. Change batts every 12 months for seven dollars. How awesome is that.

For me, it’s always been:

I avoid multiplexes and go to the local art theaters (we are lucky and have two in town). Spectator behavior is much better at the art theaters.

A FEW defended him? A FEW!? Bullshit. The comments on that article basically ended up being the straw that broke my back for faith in the human race. Not electing Trump. Not Nazis making a comeback in 2017. The fucking comments on that article.

Orf with ‘er head! Orf with ‘er head!

These dumb unsigned posters claiming #MerylStreep “knew” about Weinstein’s abuse when there’s no evidence of that (and when she denies it) are so obviously libelous that it’s no wonder the cowardly “artist” responsible wants to hide behind anonymity.

Christopher Plummer.

Agreed. Like, instead of this?

Should be animated.

Can we also get a Transmetropolitan series?

Of the dozens of times I've seen the movie, I think perhaps one or two of those were while sober.

Something something Cocteau Twins something.