Palom and Porom, man - that’s the one that always got me.  I’d even get a little misty seeing their statues there like twenty hours later in the game. 

There was definitely a Shawn vibe to him threatening to sever people’s Achilles’ tendons.

I believe you mean FARTs:

OMG stop citing sexism as the reason for his precedence! Jon is first in line because he’s Rhaegar’s kid, not because he’s a boy! Jon is Prince William, and Dany’s Prince Edward.

It was inspected by a mechanic.

Shut the fuck up Donny! You’re out of your element!!!!! Does he really think it never would have occurred to the fire fighters that they needed to act quickly until he said something? I hate him! I hate him!

It’s actually quite simple: if I push the button, and a voice immediately says “wait”, then one push is enough; if there is no feedback whatsoever, then I’ll keep pressing it.

I think he knows wine, and knows the front of house and business end of running a restaurant, which is it’s own separate valuable skill set. But I don’t see him as a chef or culinary authority. I honestly wish they’d gotten a nutritionist.

You should totally (not) use it for car parts!

Zathras understand.

I’m shocked that you don’t find the sight of rust displeasing. Shocked!  Well, not that shocked.

I don’t get it...he’s white.

Also, somehow networked office printers have not gotten ANY better in the last 20 years.

I bet the pilots were giddily requesting their ground speed readout from ATC, only to be one-upped by some asshole in an SR-71. 

This is actually a fairly major plot point in Neil Gaiman’s ‘American Gods’. I don’t want to give too much away, but you might want to check the trunk of the car before it crashes through the ice.

In the meantime, my 2008 M button over here actually unleashes the full M, as long as you set it up that way in the settings. Hold on, I remember how to get there. Push down on the knob. No, not flick it down, actually push the knob down. There you go. Now scroll over. No, push the knob to the right, not turn it.…

I was visiting friends in the Bay area and took the BART into SF in the middle of the day. I was aware of its rep for crazies, but I ride public transit in Chicago all the time, so I’m not easily intimidated. At S. San Francisco, a disheveled man with a large shopping cart boarded and sat behind me. After a stop or…

No.

Lol, oh god no.  Our Nissan Murano CrossCabriolet is far superior to the Cascada ;)