Uh-huh. You know you're here on the Internet right now, right? Kinda hard to claim the high ground when you're doing the exact same fucking thing as me.

Get a life, says the guy who fucking lived to tear down a fresh new writer every Saturday. It's funny that you really do believe your own bullshit.

Oh BonMorte, you lying sack of shit. We've talked at least a half dozen times on the essays and you know who I am. You were chearing me on when I came to your defense on principle the first time Max gave you a warning. Taylor absolutely did ban you on this post right here:http://gawker.com/to-california-…

Heh, you have vastly underestimated my capacity to hate.

Aw, don't go deflating my rage-boner by appealing to my reasonableness, THIS IS NO TIME FOR REASON.

Yeah, that sounds a lot like Woodbridge.

Being just off of the Lodge Freeway, that's not too far from downtown but it's not exactly adjacent either. It would be more accurate to say it's closer to (or is, depending on where you were looking) the Boston-Edison area which a lot of people tell me is nice. Sorry, I'm sort of Detroit's version of a Manhattanite…

Lol, sounds like the Italian Market on It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia. "They have eeeeeverything at the Italian Market."

Taylor, you are such an ass but I can't get angry with you. Banning BonMorte more or less makes you a saint in my eyes.

Summit Place is abandoned now? I haven't been out that way under the daylight in so long that I still picture Summit Place as this thriving market place. I guess I should've figured Great Lakes Crossing would kill it. But really, Pontiac might as well be on fucking Neptune to me.

LOL, same here. What is it about Livonia specifically that makes them claim to be from Detroit? I've run into people from Livonia in both San Francisco and New York that said they were from Detroit and had to explain to them that no, I literally live in Detroit. For me, Livonia has sort of turned into a shorthand way…

This was a brutal and much deserved takedown of Dayna's post. Absolutely glorious. As a longtime resident of downtown Detroit who works in Foxtown, I shudder everytime one of these ruin porn articles makes the front page because the inevitable onslaught of assholes who don't live here and have never been here is sure…

Your hubby's poker buddies? Really?

Making the playoffs a few years back was such a cruel bait and switch after years of not caring. As opposed to 2008 when I was openly rooting for 0-16, they tricked me into thinking they were worth watching.

I find very few things to be more infuriating than listening to the local sports radio guys drone on about the NFL Combine for an entire week in late February.

It reminds me of a Rasmussen poll where the results are all fucked up because they only poll people with land lines.

We won't get a wood chipper scene but I'd bet good money that Adam Goldberg meets an equally bizarre demise at the hands of Russell Harvard. They did not make Mr. Numbers a loudmouth and Mr. Wrench a mute on coincidence. My money is on Goldberg taking an ice auger to the chest.

Gawker's new TV blog (morning after I think it's called?) is doing recaps now, so look for those on Wednesdays. Last week's recap was kind of lame but the comments were good for people discussing details of the show.

Okay. Full disclosure: I'm not an editor at Deadspin.

I did a bunch of these with some of the most random words I could think of: