Midichlorian bacterial infection. Boom. Cover your mouth when you sneeze. Wash up well.

“What We Talk About When We Talk About Meta”

Can you read my mind?
Do you know what it is that you do to me?
I don’t know who you are. Just a friend from another star.
Here I am, like a kid out of school. Holding hands with a god.
I’m a fool. Will you look at me? Quivering.
Like a little girl, shivering.
You can see right through me.
Can you read my mind?
Can…

*in a Galaxy Far Away

I went to a rough middle school. The cops there at least knew when to look for drugs on campus and kept themselves tuned into the neighborhood happenings—they knew, before we did sometimes, which kids had recently been jumped in or who was likely to do dumb shit to pose as hard.
Police presence is often needed in…

“Around 4:00 PM? As a teacher, I have to wonder why anyone would ever let some bullshit that was about to be walked away from escalate at all. I mean, kids who start shit in the last minutes of the day are fronting. They are fake-ass posers. ANY middle- or high-schooler knows this.
How are campus cops not taught this…

Oh, what does he know?

I got misty when I read this. I finished the book, and it wrecks me even more in hindsight. Every time.

Ironic, poor shot placement biting Swaggy-P in the ass.

I bet Yasiel Puig feels pretty damn foolish right about now.

At the downtown Alamo Drafthouse here in Austin, they used to do a live “Mystery Pancake Theater”. They would lampoon all kinds of movies. I saw them do Lost Boys and Top Gun. Hilarious stuff.

If it was “unscripted,” then they were off script. If the guy isn’t following natural flow of a match, it’s pretty obvious. You’re right, the ref isn’t a real ref. He’s a performer in there with as much responsibility to maintain the show and, even more so, keep the wrestlers safe.

This is as bad as when they got Tonys to play Tony.

Casey Jones has been skipping leg day.

Get some!

Now the jackbooted activist judges are protecting the sanctity of divorce? Thanks, Obama!

As ever, with everyone else engaged in combat, Hawk guy’s standing there like, “Put me in coach!”

Seriously, what tonal lens can anyone look at the first GBs through other than Rosy nostalgia. These seem to be going for something. Yay!

You sure it’s not just sexually-transmitted vertigo?

Alright, these marketing tie-ins have gone too far.