Hahahahahahaha. Ha. You are an insane person. This is the most Williamsburgish story I've read all year.

I foresee a light at the end of your tunnel.

You mean, you don't drink Mountain Dew?

The Mountain Dew will kill you before the mountain does.

Everything looks.....exactly the same?

Now I can put my finger on who Jack White reminds me of: the singer from Soul Asylum.

I refuse to drink Redb Ridge.

I do have it on DVD. I cope by stopping the movie just before the zombie super villain enters the scene, then I pop in 2001 and skip to the end. Moon Baby gives me more closure.

This is a different process with different potential applications. And it's not hard simply to be impressed by the fidelity of the image at this scale.

The current status of the fatberg is unknown, but presumably, it was set on fire. That's what I would do with it, but there's probably a reason I'm not in charge of the London sewer system.

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That's exactly what my problem is. I wasn't looking for a "happy" ending, but I really really really did not want my steady SciFi experience to be injected with an unexplained superhuman zombie monster in the last five minutes.

What's more gay than being married to Christ?

And all that bunker oil (which is dirtier than dirt) that the transport ships burn at West Coast ports is killing people on both sides of the Pacific, and playing havoc with the environment. Just one supertanker produces as much smog as 50 million cars; just 15 supertankers produce as much as every car on the planet…

A copy editor.

Jimmy Fallon meets to be sealed inside a barrel with a depth charge.

Two hot dogs: one ketchup, one mustard. NEVER BOTH