I used to work at a bookstore that Diana Ross frequents. She would come in once every week or two. She always came in dressed like she didn’t give a single fuck, and she was always very, very nice. I never had any feelings about Diana Ross before I worked there, but now I love her.

And the only one of those guys who ever won a championship without him was Shaq, who was playing for Pat Riley at the time.

Yeah, I don’t quite get it either. This past season had numerous “The Pirates have to move McCutchen!!!” takes despite the team having won 98 games the previous year. I’d think there’d be a longer leash for one down year (good god, as a Pirates fan I don’t think I’d every be using sentences like that), particularly…

Fair enough. Let’s also not pretend that the post you’re responding to reads, “This would never have happened in a Clinton administration.”

So wait is it an Everyone Says I Love You sort of deal, in that the fact that the cast isn’t necessarily filled with good singers is part of the point, or are we supposed to buy them as good singers?

No, I think what they mean is that you’re being “cucked” by the liberal establishment that has a stranglehold on the country (insert sarcasting jerk-off emoji here), so in this case your wife/sense of propriety, fairness, and tolerance is being fucked by some limp-wristed cheese-eater who, through the fucking, is…

This is all true. Add to it the fact that Mike D’Antoni doesn’t look right without a mustache, and that everytime I see him without it, it throws me. GROW THE MUSTACHE MIKE

Not harsh enough. The guy’s the owner of a professional sports franchise (check) and a predatory mortgage lender (check). Step up the vitriol, says I.

Timing, mostly. His track record of drafting injured big men and d-league fodder and stashing Euro stars for a later date might indicate that he was bad, but he quit at just the right time. If he’d been there to preside over the next two terrible years, the shine would’ve worn off, probably, but instead he gets to…

Good thing he’s rich enough to live in a bubble full of people who can tell each other this and smell their farts while never having to face reality.

This is the truth. I live in Los Angeles, and every time the fall seasons roll around I hear, non-stop, the assorted transplants bemoaning, the lack of the fall shit they grew up with. YOU MOVED TO LOS ANGELES. If you’re so aghast at a lack of changing seasons, why did you come to a place with no significant seasonal…

Also, there’s literally a color called “Vegas Gold” that the Penguins used for a while and just gave up this season... and it looks like they didn’t use it (I’m pretty sure it’s lighter than what’s above, but correct me if I’m wrong).

Add donuts to the list—they’re the new cupcakes, as far as over-priced, over-stuffed fart-smelling goes. I mention a craving for a donut in my office and I have to listen to endless fawning over some new elevated (jesus, that fucking word) donut boutique that opened downtown. Meanwhile, I can get a solid, normal…

Agreed. Trump is a seasoned con-man, but he’s also a slave to whim and emotion. This is more an example of the media sticking its fingers in its ears and screaming to drown out that brief, flickering moment when it asked itself: “Hey, wait, did we actually play a part in this?”

“The truest thing Mike McCarthy said last night was that any digging out is going to require using the same shovels that made the hole this deep in the first place.”

The NBA and the NBPA split the fines and donate to charities of their choice.

As if I needed ANOTHER reason to continue avoiding Burbank, the fact that I might run into Baked Alaska here...

Oh, don’t you worry about rants. Lord knows I can get into the same place.

I disagree. I like S&M, which, while flawed, has a lot of really good work on it, and I think the biggest problem with St. Anger is that the songs are generally too long (I think that record would be better-regarded if songs like, say, “Frantic” were three and a half minutes long instead of five-plus). There are some…

And the return to form of Death Magnetic and the new record have benefitted immeasurably from Metallica’s ‘90s devotion to groove.