Having spent some time at WSMR many years ago, I can tell you that aliens had no need to show up and break shit. Shit broke just fine all by itself.

I’ve lived in the PNW my whole life.

It all begins to make sense now.

That’s sharp. I’ve been coming back to this article since you posted it. Now that my kids are grown, I’ve been pondering my first motorcycle. I’ve wanted to try riding for years, but I’m worried that in my mid-40s, it might be too late in the muscle memory game to begin. I haven’t been on anything with three wheels or…

Old man Torrance is fine and all, but Walter White just made the lock screen hall of fame on my phone. Shit is tight, yo.

Missed our orbit. Math is hard.

Teleportation is delightful. Until you miss.

The hyperdrive’s nicknamed “Bangers & Mash.”

Space is my beautiful homicidal girlfriend.

For what it's worth, I'm sorry.

Gary Busey gets a cameo or I start killing the hostages.

This is what happens when children grow up getting certificates of participation for everything so they don’t feel bad about losing. Another dozen patches and nerfs, and this will be the bloodiest game of pong ever released on consoles.

I have that same outfit!

One of the most barn-burning, nail-biting, outstanding stories I’ve read in damn near forever. If you haven’t read it, do so immediately and then meet me at the cinema in November. I’ll be the 42-year old guy in the NASA hat and the Deadpool T-shirt whose wife looks like she’s being led to the firing squad.

I thought I was doing well online. Now I feel like a bad person. Thanks, Internet. GET OVER HERE.

Selfie Sticks. The end ain’t near, the end is here.

Just going to leave this here.

Max Bedroom? Anyone? Is this thing on?

Non-fedora wearing, clean-shaven anti-neckbeard, happily married parent and career professional reporting in.

Oh hell yes. Screw the electronic puppies and mini T-rexes. I'd take that thing with me to the dog park in a heartbeat.