It’s why I had envisioned perhaps a different take. Like...using magic to animate elements...like take a human sized body and congregate wood or metal or stone around it to form a larger entity designed solely for combat...it’s all brainstorming.

*A rabid Mike Shanahan, red-faced and grimacing, rushes out of his condo, picks up the ball and angrily heaves it back over the fence*

Barry is history’s greatest monster.

It’s good but I hate how damned cold it is when I put it on. Also hate how sticky I feel after using it.

Relationship! A job you like is nice, but a person you love is better and longer-lasting.

It is worth noting that the EWG has been called out for practicing junk science.

Don’t worry about this report. Its based on a dislike of GMO and not science. This is a link from a couple of years ago, but the issues still persist today. You can hate the policies of Monsanto (etc) but the science is a different matter.

Except the EWG was proven as a fraud last year. Its more based on the we hate GMO world than science. I would much rather have scientists than politicans evaluate my suncare line.

Good now that the sun is out. Traffic still blows though.

Leaving without talking to anybody makes you an “entitled prick?” Dang, I had no idea. Thank you for explaining how making lots of money means you owe something to reporters.

I know it’s just that I have more faith in a team to get its shit together when its already proven it can do so.

Relationship! C’mon. Work to live. Don’t live to work.

Why bother with either? I say play The Silent Age instead.

Imagine if you started to suck at your job. And instead of people feeling sorry for you, they fat-shamed you and complained that you didn’t want to talk about how much you sucked. Now imagine those people are New York City reporters. Now imagine if spiders could fly. Now imagine that your whole house was covered in…

Ohh scorching hot take. No shit Sherlock.

New York sportswriters are some of the most entitled mouth-breathers on the Eastern Seaboard, and Mike Lupica is their King.

You can pitch like garbage and be a big fatass and hit your wife/girlfriend/dog, but as long as you talk to the press after the game they’ll always have your back in some way.

My vote is for the scrote.

That’s great for Milwaukee - they also get Bob Uecker for baseball, so they are a spoiled town when it comes to sports announcing - but yeah, he belongs on a national stage. Johnson doing March Madness was always such a treat.

I feel like that’s such a terrible waste of a good announcer.