Lita, more than any other woman at the time, was wild and reckless. She was fun to watch, a whirling dervish of hair that went toe to toe with any man on the roster. She was the best.

MATN is a goddamned treasure.

These movies are about sentient beings with no natural life span. They can potentially have hundreds of owners and an infinite amount of emotional baggage.

Belen sucks. It’s basically Permian from FNL: all they have is a dynamite high school football team and a cheap car dealership.

I love W&P, it’s one of those books that I think everyone should read. It’s long, but it has romance, war, geopolitics, all sorts of good stuff. I also love the pre-Soviet Russian-nationalism-but-we’re-kinda-a-bunch-of-backwards-fuckups theme of the whole thing.

Remakes have been happening forever. We’re just on the uptick of a particular remake mania right now.

My girlfriend once had to take my hand, look me straight in the eye, and say “I want to have sex with you right now.” This was after a very romantic date with flowers and candles and all that. I firmly come from the “I don’t want to be part of a club that’ll have me as a member” mindset.

You know, it’s funny that nobody believes me when I say, with windchill, it can edge towards 0 in ABQ. I definitely plan on frolicking in the thick Vermont snow, and possibly making forest creature friends.

Personally, I got tired of making excuses for why I didn’t do things. It was always something, so I finally just packed my shit up and left town. It was about the scariest thing I’ve ever done.

I’ll be in Colchester, working out of St. Michaels College. Being a desert rat from New Mexico, I’m fearing the winters up there.

My life is finally getting its shit together. I’m taking a VISTA Leader position in Vermont, my finances aren’t on fire, and my summer project absolutely rocked. This is a weird feeling for me.

Anything is blog worthy if somebody blogs about it.

As a tall, lanky dude who on occasion walks like Jar Jar Binks, I completely understand. I know the feelings of inadequacy, the late nights wondering why things haven’t worked out the way they were SUPPOSED TO DAMN IT! and the way all that limits ones thinking. I have two pieces of nerdy advice for you:

I think you hit the nail right on the head. I’ve slaughtered cows and pigs and castrated bulls before. It wasn’t until I accidentally hurt a calf that I actually felt bad. I felt like a monster because this baby animal was in pain, and it was my fault. Shortly thereafter, I quit any sort of ranching activity because I…

Maybe it’s because I’m involved in a strange tug-of-war with parents over their child’s right to throw up gang signs in school pictures, but when I read “Crip Pride,” I held my breath for a split second wondering why anybody would advertise that. The actual article is much nicer.

Scream, Mean Girls, and Election are about the only HS movies I actually like. They all take the piss out of the whole “greatest years of your life” shtick, and all three are damn funny.

I think you really nailed it. Cena is a damn workhorse, but his matches don’t really have stakes. That’s why putting a midcard title on him is genius: Cena isn’t going to retain the belt for an extremely long time, so there’s a good chance he’ll lose it in a match against a talented up and comer.

Kerri Russell both legit scares me and kinda turns me on at the same time. Her portrayal of Elizabeth is absolutely genius, and I really hope both her and Matthew Rhys end up with awards before the show the over. Actually, I hope every person involved gets gold at some point.

The Americans didn’t get nominated?! Really?! Probably the best show on TV right now and not one nod. That’s a damn shame.

I would absolutely fucking die if Becky Lynch became the Arn Anderson of the group. That would be the best.