Oh, I feel like I experience quite a bit of that regardless. 

I usually say “Merry Christmas” when it’s literally Christmas and something about the holidays when I’m talking about the general season. It’s, you know, not hard.  

Pearl Jam shall be AVENGED!  

Neither do I but there comes a time when we just have to lay down our arms and join together for the common good and everybody get together and try to love one another right now. Salami.

Regarding the raging debate here, I just want to say I prefer soppressata salami to genoa. I hope that puts an end to it.

The other day I saw a Ferrari driving by a large homeless encampment and it kind of encapsulated my feelings about the whole thing. I loved Ferraris and Lamborghinis when I was an eight-year-old boy and that seems about right.

OK, but what about a Constitutional amendment outlawing Astroturf and the designated hitter?

We appear to be lurking in the comments section of some sort of popular culture website that likes to rank things.  I think we should use this about of amnesia to reevaluate our lives.  

Remember what? 

Harry and the motherfucking Hendersons baby.  

I’m for this in the sense that I’m for supervised injection sites or just generally the month of July: may as well get out in front of what’s going to happen no matter what.  Casting speculation?  I’m not as anti-Pratt as some people, but I think that ship has sailed.  

“You’re an asshole Phillip Arthur George.”  

If we’re really mad about historical inaccuracies, how about Charles being hot? Talk about fiction for dramatic impact.  

I find playing it to be a very cozy experience, but that has nothing to do with critical thinking.  

...blew away fans of the original...

It gets the early rise-to-stardom stuff right and makes ‘65-’67 seem like an amazing time to be alive, but then it just sort of fastforwards into depressing debauchery.  

See what I said to A Post-Kinjapocalyptic Wasteland.  Or just ask the big turtle whose back we’re all riding on.  

Well, “life” is the wrong word. Existence maybe. Rocks aren’t alive but they are most certainly there. Memories aren’t alive but they inform life. We’re gonna go somewhere. All the physical matter that makes up who we are is gonna decompose, changing at the molecular, atomic, whatever imperceptible…