In the mid-90's my Catholic elementary school’s computer lab was stocked with nothing but Apple ][e computers. (The librarian got an awesome Windows 95 rig, though—jealousy is an evil thing.) I’m pretty sure the games were all pirated; back then “pirating” meant “I put this disk in one drive and copied it to another 5…

Your numbers are nothing but vague guesses though. Words like “might be,” “could be,” and “possibly” translate to “I have no idea of the actual numbers, so here are some I pulled from thin air.”

That whole family is nothing but vapid, air-headed attention whores. And because they are white (or seem enough so to certain people), this bullshittery and tone-deafness will be swept under the rug or praised by the right-wing believers. You know—the same ones who went positively apoplectic over a Beyonce video.

There is no practical difference between the value and flexible options. Same seat, same train, same service—but with flexible you can change your departure time (I think).

Problem with your article, Luke. The computers aren’t for designing custom bears—they are there to register the bears made in-store. You get on the computer and hammer away at the keys to give your bear (or wolf or dog or Pikachu or what have you) a name and make out a birth certificate.

If more than a handful of people encounter the same exact problem with any given feature, then it is a bug. As there are now seemingly hundreds of people who have reported said issue, one can safely assume that there are thousands who have encountered it but have not reported it.

Mike! MIKE! I saw in Target today a Peep that made even MY stomach start to turn.

I’m sick of people who cannot understand that that godawful porn is not safe or consensual BDSM. What I do—impact play, confinement, service, and so forth—has as much to do with Fifty Shades of Stoopid as a flu shot does with gardening.

Sorry, but consent is the golden key. Anything outside of consent is abuse. That’s why impact play is kink and safe and paedophilia is illegal.

Please stop. Doing something you enjoy even though it may hurt is perfectly normal.

For most water-based liquids (of which milk is one), there’s an old adage: “A pint’s a pound the world around.” While this might not apply to, perhaps, heavy whipping cream as well as it would to whole milk, it’s a general idea and so just measure it however you want.

Nope. A reporter asked specifically about his promise, and the only thing Assange said amounted to “We’re really happy that Chelsea Manning will be free!”

The only feeling in get after eating Taco Bell is the same feeling I get after Chinese: “damn I want some food now.”

A friend’s dad has it timed. If he eats Taco Bell, he will need either a toilet or new pants 28 minutes later. This happens, reportedly, without fail.

Anyone want to mention the eviscerating questioning laid down by the esteemed Senator from Minnesota, Mr Al Franken? He bitch-slapped Sen. Sessions with (essentially) “Why are you grossly exaggerating your record, when we have clear evidence that you either outright lied or at best fudged details in your disclosures?”

That trailer is bringing back so many memories of my earliest days at a computer... And the VHS-style intro is just—words cannot express my absolute joy.

Already happened, apparently. A few days ago there was a story (on Gizmodo, maybe?) about a child who ordered herself a new dollhouse through an Echo.

As someone who likes Sens. Warren and Sanders, I would be appalled if all they did was run their mouths on the Internet and call people losers.

Was thinking more...

Ah. So you’re on of the many, many sore winners that have come out of the woodwork. Good to know.