I wish the show would hurry up and start turning Myfanwy into the sarcastic take no shit from anyone person that woke up in the park in the book. In the book, she starts making Gestalt uncomfortable early on because she’s suddenly not behaving to type.

Iiiiiiiin south Philadelphia with my mom
Up the first-base line was where I had my glove on
Chillin’ out maxin’ relaxin’ in my seat
And a foul ball comes shootin’ outside of my reach
When the only other kid who gave the slightest shit
Started out first and beat me to it
He got one little hug when he handed me the ball
McCart…

I’m pretty sure a third-place, South American, soccer match is the last place the president will show up.

That’s what I was hoping for when I saw the headline.  Would’ve been less episodic too.

Worth pointing out that in the books he is Harry Bosch's half brother, if I remember rightly. 

Should’ve gone to Amazon so we could’ve seen that eventual "Bosch” crossover.

Have you checked out Crashing? One season only, starring and written by Phoebe Waller Bridge (not to be confused with the US Crashing). It’s on Netflix, or at least it was a few months back. It’s far more traditional than Fleabag, and not as brilliant, but is still very good in its own right and given the recent…

Doom Patrol not being on this list is a major omission, it was easily my favourite show of the year so far.

citation needed

I remember exactly which shot you’re talking about, was wondering if he meant to put it that far to the right or just missed his spot

No need to pad the score against the Thai. 

I don’t really like any Boston teams, but they did got screwed with this non-call.

The degree to which sportswriters think that petty bullshit like this matters is just staggering.

Sounds like their holding company...seriously doubt the group has even heard of Ion Maiden. And as for “ageing”, that band IMO still kicks more ass than most metal bands half their age.

*Rex Ryans bursts in, wheezing*
Heard the...headline...need to...hear more.

HodOREO.

“Young man, back in 1984, I spent a glorious and debaucherous night in the trainer’s room at Exhibition Stadium.

Don’t leave us hanging! 

My brother recently claimed, with a straight face, that Irving was

a) the best point guard in the NBA
b) markedly better than Steph Curry, who my brother described as “a pretty good guard who is overrated because his team is so good.”

I will be e-mailing him this post every hour on the hour for the next week, and…

Well that solves the debate, ‘cause a sandwich would never narc you out like that.