“no one I know in media does this”

Someone didn’t get the meta ending.

But more accurately this is more of “I don’t like that thing everyone else is liking. I am novel. Look at me.”

Hockey doesn’t exactly have poster goals (Flying Bobby Orr excepted) the way basketball has poster dunks, but if it did Giroux’s would be on one. He went through McDonagh like a damn norovirus.

Typical Trumper response - first you try to blame it on China, then you pin it on Canadian imports.

Every episode of LAST MAN STANDING should start with Tim Allen coughing, his wife looking slightly concerned, and then moving on with the show.

I’m not gonna read the spoilers, but I’m assuming that either:

I have zero desire to get into the mess surrounding Wu (as Gamergate is and always has been toxic as fuck, and founded on a number of fallacy-laden arguments), but I’m just going to put this out there: Comparing a political candidacy to soldiers fighting in World War II, where hundreds of thousands of American…

So.... nothing?

Nobody Bing drinks, Microsoft. Stop trying to make Bing happen.

Target has a concession stand... get out of here with the social mores slant.

Hi, person who doesn’t have kids! Fuck off! =D

Conversely, I sit on the subway with a tin of Planter’s(tm) and surreptitiously try to throw peanuts into other riders open mouths and see what kind of reaction it elicits.  

Don’t knock it ‘til you’ve tried it.

because it’s the truth. wear gloves and bring wipes to avoid contamination from the world around you.

I’m definitely on the “go fuck yourself” side. If your kid has an allergy, you deal with it.

Jesus. The cruel analytical part of me thinks that if being near a peanut can kill you, maybe you shouldn’t survive to pass on your genes. The moderately more reasonable part says bitch, if touching a peanut can kill your kid, wipe down the cart before you place your child inside it, stores have Lysol wipes by the…

Seriously. I have no problem going to work in the dark, but going home when it’s already night out? Depressing as hell.

Counter proposal, instead of letting the damn gub’mit tell us what time to keep, how about everyone can keep whatever time they want. Whatever happen to life, liberty & all that? When I say it’s 11:72, it’s goddamn 11:72, OK?

I love Stefon sketches for a few reasons:

Jolie Kerr is waiting outside to kick your ass.