A while back I used a bit of Weird Al’s “Ringtone” (“Why did I buy this stupid ringtone?”) in an attempt at irony. Turns out the joke was on me, as I quickly grew to hate that song and went back to a pre-loaded ringer.

In what frozen wasteland does Mark work where his building’s pipes are frozen in late April? The rebel base on Hoth? The hell, man, get a new job and/or move south.

Now come on, in Arrow’s defense, it’s not like anyone’s watching that show for gripping courtroom drama.

I’ve done smaller races where the course is “marked” by putting chalk arrows on the street or, if you’re lucky, having a volunteer at each turn. If there isn’t a ton or crowd support at the race, it wouldn’t be difficult to miss a turn or make a wrong turn.

You must not have any fraud protection on your credit. Last time I borrowed money at a car dealership I spent what felt like days dealing with a perfectly pleasant person just getting through all the questions that one of my credit cards made me answer to prove that I wasn’t stealing my own identity to buy a used car.

I was there a few weekends ago as part of a brewery crawl for a buddy’s birthday and they played Peter Jackson’s first movie. Maybe audio makes it comprehensible, but holy God was that a weird movie. Totally fit with the vibe of that place and I enjoyed it thoroughly.

Black must be the new teal when it comes to uniform design.

Oh, God, the suburban Cubs fans who still have no idea when to get off the Red Line. "Do we get off now? When do we get off?" WHEN YOU CAN SEE THE DAMN BALL PARK FROM THE TRAIN, MORON!

Oh, come on. I really enjoy the repeated versions of the "subway two-step" I see every rush hour. Some dude makes sure he's first in line to board the train, takes one step into the train, turns 90 degrees with his second step, and then leans back against the partition between the entryway and the seats.

And then there are those of us that never learned how to walk in flip flops or any other type of sandals without a heel strap. I tend to inadvertently kick such footwear off within 5 steps unless I buy them small enough to grip the front edge with my toes. At that point I'd rather just wear shoes if the situation…

Andrew, there is a small caveat to the "therapist-patient" privilege that (hopefully) most readers of the blog won't have to be subject to—when the therapist becomes aware that the patient presents an imminent danger to the patient or to others, the therapist may be required to inform authorities of the danger.…

Interesting (p)review, but I feel like this article got Kinja’d. A couple of repeated phrases in some paragraphs look like unintentional duplicate comments. It’s either that, or the editor was asleep. ;)

What?

What I really like about videos like this is the nostalgia factor. I don’t have an HD monitor at work, and trying to figure what’s going on brings me back to the days of my childhood when you couldn’t see the damn golf ball on TV most of the time.

$$$$$. An additional round of games means millions more in ad revenue and more ticket sales. Who actually cares if any of the bottom half of the field has a legitimate chance to win the title? They’re only around to create some occasional drama.

Who says you can't see both that weekend?

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See, we want happy non-pablum answers. Only Popovich seems able to get away with being a dick to sideline reporters.

So if you're ever in a mass shooting or hostage situation or other domestic calamity, run toward the youngest-looking FBI agent.

I haven’t followed this trial at all, but the fact that the defense only called 3 witnesses tells me that the (lead) attorney on this case must think that one side has no case. Not sure which side that is, though.