It would probably be about a startup tech company, for one.

Those 'studio tricks' drive me absolutely bughouse. Even when they're discussing a topic I might have an interest in, the mixing and editing inevitably make me turn the radio off after a few minutes.

We had guests for dinner (in the traditional, rather than Hannibal sense):
Chicken grilled on a beer can
Salad Nicoise
Bruschetta on sliced french bread
Grilled artichokes with garlic-parsley butter

Turkey thighs (brined, rubbed with spices and then smoked for five hours with apple wood), and a garden salad.

More anti-hyena propaganda!

They gave Iowa an Initiative team, but not New Jersey?

I'm playing Grandia III, a game I've owned for years, but never bothered to play past the first hour. The combat is excellent. The story is a JRPG cliche storm that makes me want to smash the disk with a hammer.

Last night was busy, so I watched Hannibal this morning. Here's breakfast, in lieu of dinner:

Baby back ribs, dry rubbed, smoked with apple wood chunks for three
hours, and served with a home-made red eye barbeque sauce. The sides
were asparagus from my garden (roasted with olive oil, kosher salt and
sesame seeds) and baked sweet potato 'fries'. The meal was accompanied
by a decent IPA from Stevens Point,…

Hotdish made with ground pork, peas, carrots, onion and wild rice, topped with sriracha, accompanied by Toppling Goliath PseduoSue (a pretty nice Pale Ale).

He's a job creator!

I can't stop hearing the porn store owner as Chuck the Evil Sandwich Making Guy from Wordgirl, and that creeps me out a little.

Knew your father, I did!

So, that call Trubel got, when she was in the Truck with Bud, do we assume that it was from Agent Chavez? The voice on the other end definitely sounded female.

It- it was only on because my sisters wouldn't let me turn the channel! I swear!

This is nothing like the cartoon I pretended to hate as little boy!

ap·pre·hen·si·bleˌ(/,apriˈhensəbəl/)
adjective: capable of being understood or perceived.
"a bat whirred, apprehensible only from the displacement of air"

Cheer up, I'm sure they'll find other reasons for Renard to stand around shirtless while the camera lingers lovingly on his upper body.

Clicked on this article just to make sure this joke had been made.

I'm the dutiful son of an amateur apiarist with a dozen hives, and I've spent many of my days off work helping with hives and honey harvesting, so I appreciated the attention to detail with regard to the bees (colony collapse is a HUGE thing, verroa mites are fucking cancer and egg cartons are very popular fuel for…