Jesus fucking Christ!

I’ve heard people pronounce it in three syllables, which I find irritating as hell.

I think the Zenyatta nerf is confusing.

You deserve to whip it. Whip it good!

Coulter is an even bigger self-promoting asshole than I previously thought. I mean, I get her shtick and all ... but it seems like she’s competing with Milo Yiannopoulos to see who can be the worse example of commerce parading as principle.

Damn!

I watched CNN’s miniseries The Seventies a couple of months ago. In the episode on the equal rights for women movement Schlafly was featured prominently as she was the most public face opposing the movement. I found her arguments absurd, but whatever. History and all that.

The play was over. The official in your lower right corner is furiously waving his arms as a visual signal.

Holy fucking shit! USC has enrolled Frankenstein’s Monster? That hair cut ain’t doing his massive forehead any favors.

I really, really, really enjoyed Stranger Things. I wasn’t part of the initial wave, so I was able to enjoy it without being touched by the hype at all. In fact, I only actually started watching after Netflix’s insistent suggestion “Hey, why not watch this show called Stranger Things?” Fuck! Fine! I’ll give it a few…

“Hello. My name is Rodney Harrison and I regularly pontificate on subjects of which I have no fucking clue. It’s my calling card, really. Thank you so much for inexplicably listening to my bullshit. Again. God bless.”

Vomiting is one of the most fascinating physical reactions our bodies can do. There’s that part of your physiology that monitors your stomach ... “Hmmm ... let’s see ... I think ... there’s something not quite right ... yeah. Yeah. This is not good. We can’t have this in here. This has to go. Now.…

Jesus, I only wish my Bears were relevant enough for me to care this much. If our team forgets to show up for every game this season I don’t think I will notice at all. Neither will the entirety of Chicago. Just think about that the next time you see Blair Walsh line up for a field goal.

I’m getting an Evel Knievel type vibe here. I’m ready to watch this—dirt bikes racing through lines of fire and thick acrid smoke? Sign me up!

*BOWS DEEPLY* My bad, chef!

Yes. While in New Orleans for business and during a break in a conference session I had just enough time to run across the street and grab some quick food. Or so I thought.

I have never been more underwhelmed by a visit to a city in my life. On the cab ride from the airport I was like, “Whoa! What the fuck happened here? This place looks like it was hit by a hurricane or some shit.” Razed lots. Shacks (or lean-tos). Garbage everywhere. Standing puddles of dirty water.

I spend a lot of time reading through Breitbart, especially the comment section. I’d like to assume that we are as outrageous over here as they are over there ... except ... no. It’s not even close. Breitbart is beating Gawker and all it’s subsidiaries combined by a margin of 1000 to 1 on the insanity ratio.

When was the last time a guy averaged 30 ppg and 10 assists in the same year? I don’t know either, but I think we’re going to see it this season. Mr. Westbrook is going to be doing a lot of heavy lifting this season with only Enes Kanter and Steven Adams to take up the slack.

LOL! This explains the DDoS attacks that Blizzard is seeing. I can’t connect to try out Lucio Ball because of these dummies.