Since August is the eighth month of the calendar year, and an 8 looks tantalizingly similar to an hourglass, be there a better way to remind the world that baseball needs no clock than to feature 18 hourglass-shaped color commentators?
Yesterday, our own Lindsey Adler sent me this BuzzFeed story about a married woman in her early 30s who cares for a robot baby for a week because she feels ambivalent about children. “Just like high school!” I said. “Ha,” Lindsey replied, but I could tell she meant, “What the fuck are you talking about?”
Ok all lets not be scumbags. This is a tragic event that i wouldnt wish on anyone.
Pfft, Vlad would’ve crushed that one for a stand-up double.
Lesson for the kids out there: Don’t try to make baseball fun.
Thanks for checking in, Ashley
After nearly five years of blogging and writing for Gizmodo, Gawker, Deadspin, the Special Projects Desk, almost Fusion, and the Special Projects Desk again, senior reporter Ashley Feinberg is leaving for Wired magazine. Here’s how we will remember her. Rest in peace, Ashley.
Truly there are no heroes left.
This is what happens after years of spaying and neutering.
...and the martini...who was it!
I am doxing here but fuck him
[Every so often, Kavi Reddy, Gizmodo Media Group’s ever-so-cromulent attorney, has Good Car Takes. This is one of them.]
That image. Never let Jim Cooke go.
the ocean is fucked up
The Bulls were eliminated from the playoffs last night, which meant exit interviews today. These are understandably but almost invariably boring, rehashed collections of clichéd athlete-speak. Unless you bring along your delightfully relaxed giant fluffer of a dog, Muppet, as Robin Lopez did this afternoon:
So when Windows gives the blue screen of death, do you die in real life?