Still think they ought to have a mode enabled on their streaming and blu-ray content that enables old timey Stan Lee style cross references. “That’s right, true believers! See Avengers: Infinity War, minute 115!” 

Balmer?

Monkey Paw wish of a movie

I watched it very high on a friends sofa. I don’t remember much of the movie but we did get a bucket of KFC.

I also enjoyed his nasty right-winger in ‘Last Supper’.

+1 Sarah

Elseworlds: Barry’s ass looks good in green. I hope the inversion of the female comic pose trope is intentional.

Thanks for mentioning Surface Detail. There are lots of other virtual afterlives, for example in some of Ken Macleod’s novels.

Wilson is clearly a piece of shit and 20 games is about right, but the bigger surprise of the day is that this is Deadspin’s 4th hockey post today!

“Avengers 4: They’re Just ‘Comic Book Dead’”

It’s just enough to drive a modern person mad to listen to these incels from the internet area ensconced in their comfortable secure lives complaining about the fact that they’re discriminated against because they don’t have enough sex. It’s like, Jesus get a hobby. For Christ’s sake, you — you — ”

You had me a pity dick

So one day, this old lady calls me—by the way, I met her later, very good looking for her age, not a pound overweight, very beautiful—she tells me the portions are too small. And I tell her, “That’s a terrible shame. That’s really a shame. I know Dave Thomas. I play racquetball with him all the time. He cheats all the…

So it was an ill eagle?

Religion demonstrates our rationality as humans in a completely irrational way. We wanted to explain things that happened, like rain or drought or why Jeff got eaten by a lion, so we created the ultimate catch-all. We also used it enforce the social contract through the promise of immediate or ultimate reward or…

They sound desperate and scared for their lives, but not like terrorists. All I can think is how lucky I am to have been born here, and how I’m much more likely to be harmed or killed by someone like me.

DAMNIT BARRY WALLY!

To pen an authentic and intellectual cinema review – the kind worthy of publication in America’s snootiest airport magazine – one must remember to include countless, such as it were, asides and clauses, seemingly without a purpose other than rendering one’s prose an inarticulate gruel of half thoughts, all while…