I saw Scott Pilgrim vs. The World with a group, and this is more or less how we interpreted it. Scott and Ramona are garbage fires whose relationship will be even messier than the path they took to get there. It’s not going to last, and Scott will always regard Ramona as The One Who Got Away. Knives is just going…

...and it’s fun to hear people from out-of-state trying to pronounce it. All the first grade advice about sounding it out goes out the window, and they start saying things like “Oak-a-nock-a-ma-wocka”.

I don’t personally know of any brand-developed recipes used in my own family, but my wife’s family loves them and refers to them by name (i.e. “Which do you want me to bring for Christmas, Kellogg’s Chocolate Scotcheroos, or Chex Mix Muddy Buddies?”). They have a particularly insidious lasagna made with Hamburger…

Well... I have seen it, but it took me until mid-January because I have a toddler and a full-time job. It takes more time and effort to plan a block of uninterrupted time than it takes to actually experience that block of uninterrupted time, so I had to stretch Get Out into small increments over a few evenings. As it…

And if you really need a love song by The Darkest of the Hillside Thickets, there’s always “The Innsmouth Look:” “Obed was a sailor / He sailed the seven seas / He made love to the fish / He made love to the fish.”

Is it enough to just toggle airplane mode? I’d have assumed the app would hold on to the screenshot flag and send it the next time it manages to connect.

I was just discussing this with an acquaintance who claims never to have read a novel of the non-graphic variety (“I was disinterested, not dyslexic,” he says). He was bemoaning the fact it’s taken him more than half of his life (he’s in his early 40s) to strengthen his literacy to the point where he could get his…

Technically true, but my wife still wouldn’t touch it, so I’d end up eating it myself *and* feeling cheated out of something.

My wife is a vegetarian, I don’t attend or host Super Bowl parties, and I don’t have real-life friends to feed this to, so I’m just going to bookmark this and look at it every once in awhile in private.

Some people use PornHub, I use AllRecipes.

I used to mediate disputes of this type on both sides of the equation (both cardholders and merchants). This is mostly correct, but there are a couple of points I’d like to add. I can only speak for the Visa and MC regulations.

I think I’d bury a thick sheaf of documents encased in a thick, metal cube. If you manage to breach the cube, you get squirt of pepper spray. Also, once exhumed, the document turns out to be a stack of identical pages with “EAT ONE” printed in large, friendly letters.

Donald Trump’s tweets—the misspelled ejaculations of a broken brain

My first bout with scarlet fever was in the mid-’80s, and my grandmother (who was also in her mid-80s) was particularly worried because during her childhood, scarlet fever was a likely death sentence. Modern medicine FTW!

Right! Strawberry tongue and dehydration. Yeah, it’s all coming back now...

I had scarlet fever over two separate Christmases during my childhood. I don’t remember much about it, other than the sandpapery skin, and feeling cheated because I had to leave my 3rd grade Christmas party early. 2/10 would not recommend.

For what it’s worth, I’ve read some of the guy’s fiction, and it’s actually quite good. Not much deflowering going on, but his most recent novel does have a passage where one of the characters gives a wanky This Is What We’re Fighting For speech which seemed like a political mission statement and inspired me to look…

Perhaps, but there would be conservatives in the comments bemoaning the difficulty of returning Kindle books.

That Which Should Not Be and The Void were both pretty good. I was less fond of He Who Walks in Shadow, but that’s because I’m a snobby purist.

This actually bothered me all weekend, and I’m annoyed by how much it bothered me. I have purchased and enjoyed Talley’s Lovecraftian novels in the past, and had only recently become aware of his politics. Did not know he was a ghost interviewer, though.

Somehow I don’t see the Donald’s sketch comparing favorably to, say, Hitler’s paintings or Dubya’s nudes of himself.