The Root introduced me to the marvelous and insane and true “moon cricket” a couple of years ago, and when I stopped laughing and wiped the tears enough so I could see to read, I looked it up: it’s real. If ever anyone IRL calls me a moon cricket, they will be sorely disappointed because I’ll be laughing so hard…

Because now they can blame Star Wars for their lack of ticket sales for opening weekend instead of admitting that people just don’t want to see Cats.

I am seriously taken aback by all the comments that minimize the alarm that we should all feel as a result of these serious encroachments on our privacy. By way of background not only am I am a prosecutor, but I’ve also recently had an iPhone (along with about $15 worth of change) stolen from my car, which was parked…

I decided to make things more exciting, and didn’t go to the hospital until I collapsed and was on the point of death from an exploded gall bladder. Go big, or go home. Or to the morgue. I almost didn’t make it. Hands down, stupidest thing I’ve ever done.

The sandwich can’t even be all that. It has pickles which are disgusting so that right there disqualifies the sandwich from being worth all this trouble.

What the fuck is this comment.

She (JMac) actually worked at an Amazon warehouse for a bit while contemplating giving up soccer. She came back, won a NWSL championship, and made the USWNT like within a year or so later.

If anyone other than me uses Google Play Music, here’s another link (with a few other protest songs added in for good measure):

That’s being disingenuous.

He’s not even the top famous Pratt. I’d argue he’s below Speidi at this point, and the Pratt Institute takes the top spot.

Four guys and a pack of Mentos

These are all about piloting a vehicle of some sort or another.

• “But the plans were on display . . .”
  “On display? I eventually had to go down to the cellar to find them.”
  “That’s the display department.”
  “With a torch.”
  “Ah, well the lights had probably gone.”
  “So had the stairs.”
  “But look, you found the notice, didn’t you?”
  “Yes,” said Arthur, “yes I did. It was on display in…

I occasionally like to put on display exactly the level of idiocy and racism we encounter on the daily. While it is admittedly inane, I consider it relevant to many of the conversations we’re having and evidence that anti-blackness is waging an unapologetic campaign, even at the most base and unprovoked levels. For…

Also, Michael Harriot is from South Carolina, so he may have had a couple personal connections to players that helped him get the story. He grew up about an hour from the school. (And I hope he doesn’t think I’m creepy for knowing this. Michael, I’m a long-time fan and only just learned you were from Hartsville, which…

I attended a private school. It was the best education possible and made attending my elite university a breeze. That being said, it wasn’t a religious school and was staffed by a ton of hippie-like teachers.

They really really really really really really do. The Sheriff and local DA are two of the most powerful people in your life. Spread the word to your friends; democracy is fucking powerful sometimes!

I am a white man who got his degree at an HBCU. This idiot’s actions do not in any way, shape of form represent in any way my experience.

One of THEEE best “I’m out” stories was that of a former boss’ husband who is a fairly well-known architect with a really well-known temper (he has a bit of Napoleon Complex) which contributed to the changing rotation of receptionists at his firm.