Holy SHIT that guy. Duds who are oblivious to their whiffswing awful fuckingness, I can't even... damn it. One out of three: bring a gift, spend happily, don't complain. One out of three. All it takes not to be the worst ever company. I'm impressed with your tolerance!

Holy shitballs, I like that a lot.

Great news for hack authors of YA fiction. I should fire up the old daily half page sci-fi/fantasy blog. In the post-Potter, post-Hobbit world it feels like a half-page treatment is more than enough to flesh out a six-movie arc.

Maybe the nipple controller was abandoned, but not the subliminal anatomy-twiddling spirit that inspired it. Twenty years later Nintendo got there.

Holy shit, craft herpes. Gorgeous.

You can't get blood from a turnip.

True!

Actually, hah, if it's a family of four it does seem like a message. But also is probably good news for the wife and kids, right? "You're all going to LIIIIIIIIVE."

Not to ruin the joke, but my guess is the culprit was loading individual rounds into the gun, and was probably loaded himself.

I know right? Chills. It's the slow creep factor of being an illustration, I think. Horror movies have conditioned me to think of jump scares or creep scares with a second or two of cheap noise and too many angles (even seeing a screenshot feels lame), the scene ends and the movie continues. But I'm a father (and was…

It boggles the mind.

So perfect. This needs to be engraved in a 6-meter-tall commemorative tablet. We need this to get popular enough that anyone could grok the context of Saint Fuckoff's Right Hand on a T shirt. I love this.

He got an "inney-rection". Does terrible things to the bladder and cumming is a mess, but your doctor will give you a high five for style and your story becomes legend at urology conventions.

Everyone should experience a service job! I worked a kitchen for 4 years and held every title by the end, but actually fought "promotion" to chef or waiter as a regular duty, because of the unbearable direct customer exposure. Unfortunately the long-term effect has been empathy for both sides — terrible customers are…

Beautiful work, and a nice visual response to the question of how to get work at a Japanese animation studio, though probably not the one people want. (Be ridiculous good at art; be Mateusz Urbanowicz)

I agree it's an absurd buy — from a living-in-it point of view. But it's an investment. A guy with 2.5 bil who is looking to convert 1-3% of it into property and has absolutely no idea what he's doing would settle on the simple basics. Maximum sustained (projected) value, minimal bookkeeping. Presumably owning private…

An, Cody. An.

I did this with my son. "Experiment" and "questionable parenting" feel like humour to spice up a long-scroll blog post for readers. Also: if introducing a beloved entertainment in chronological order — the same order we poor abused dads "suffered" it — is somehow abusive, then I have to question so many chronological…

QTEs made me feel like Pavlov's poor abused dog hearing his master come home. The sense that at any moment, you might get an arbitrary kick across the linoleum. Best case scenario: you don't. That's not a healthy environment and it's not a fun way to game. QTEs conditioned me to stress out. More than any actual…

There's a good joke in the making here. Something about Hell's Internet having an absurdly low bandwidth cap and you can only do two things (look at porn or email family members).