I sometimes dream that I can fly. They don’t happen often enough that I would call them reoccurring. But the problem with even the flying dream is that in my dreams I’m generally lucid, so I start thinking about the physics. “How am I staying up? What’s propelling me? How am I controlling my pitch/yaw?” As soon as I…

Oh, hell yeah! I get these too. Thanks for reminding me.

In one particularly memorable instance, there was some sort of alien invasion going on and people were being herded en masse into a stadium and I couldn’t find my sister or mother.

I have two that perplex the living Hell out of me.

I have two that perplex the living Hell out of me.

Maybe he’d [Aaron Rodgers] have more titles if he wasn’t so busy trying to make lame viral videos with Olivia Munn.

After the first few sentences I had to stop and start over because my brain started blaring it’s comic sans klaxon. So distracting.

I’ve come to understand that my attraction to Heroes of the Storm is borne out of the addictive high I get when playing with a random group of players and achieving a silent symbiotic groove where everyone works in concert without much overt direction. There are times when no one needs to ping or type into the chat…

I’ve come to understand that my attraction to Heroes of the Storm is borne out of the addictive high I get when playing with a randomly group of players and achieving a silent symbiotic groove where everyone works in concert without much overt direction. There are times when no one needs to ping or type into the chat…

Oh, God. I think there’s something wrong with me. I’m ... I’m turned on over here.

Yes! Yes! You are right. It certainly matters who you’re talking to. Thank you for the addition. :)

I was in this situation very early in my professional career. I went the flip out route. I ventured hastily into my manager’s office and while I had every intention of being calm and rational, I boiled over like a slow-to-the-task volcano and ultimately raised hell.

The last time I checked, opportunistic hits on fragile players is a part of football. This issue is only as bright as it is because everyone knows Bradford’s injury history. If that was another quarterback this isn’t a story and I’m pretty sure there would be no flag.

This woman is amazingly attractive.

They’re cute.

Do people actually ride around with weed stashes in their vehicles? This seems too silly to be true. If you MUST travel with a collection of weed, you’re probably better off keeping it in a portable safe like those you find in upscale hotels.

Is this idiot coach actually saying that if given the chance to go back in time and tap himself on the shoulder to change the play he’d just stand there and say, “This is the right call. I’m not going to say anything to myself.”

I’m confused. Is this good news or bad news? Is Enemkpali a hero or a villain?

LOL! This is the first thing that came to mind when reading this section of the review. Anyone who can’t see that Bird’s movie IS the Fantastic Four + The Flash is not thinking clearly. Even the villain is a mirror to Dr. Doom.

My favorite part is the always level-headed Suarez swooping in to calm things down. “C’mon, Messi. Calm down. Don’t do anything crazy ... this is the beautiful game!”