There is something incredibly menacing, a sense of dread about him as he plods slowly and determinately towards the camera, his dark, blank eyes staring fixedly ahead. The very picture of creeping nemesis. You may be faster, but he will never stop, and every second he will be getting closer, slowly and inexorably,…

In my 30 years of being employed I consider myself lucky that I've never had to work in such a dysfunctional, toxic environment. Or maybe it's the result of my choice to work for smaller companies that simply can't afford that sort of anti-productive corporate feudalism. I'd live on rice and beans delivering pizza…

Didn't even make it to the end of season one.

Damn you Whedon. Dollhouse did not deserve to live when it was a straight choice between both shows by the network.

Actually, according to one "finalist", the headline should really be "A cosplayer is one of 100 people who have been scammed out of more money than the other 199,900 people who applied."

These days I work in an office doing business bullshit and I block my OutLook from 11-11:30am.

Yeah, think of all the other important, consequential stories we could have been posting at 10pm on a Thursday.

SORCERY!

OMG I really thought this was a shifting picture trying to fuck with us, until I re-scrolled past your post. Originally, the right image was clearly gold and white for me while the left one was black and blue. Then somehow both were black and blue to me. How is this happening?

Our kielbasa will blot out the sun!

Our jobs will be to build and maintain those robots.

But they've got new hats!!!

I'll start my own internet! With blackjack and hookers!

Because Scientists have 10 fingers not 12.

If only a baby started to cry when he yelled at Sheryl.