I’m in Madison. We have some decent sized lakes for the swim portion, but the English Channel it ain’t - there’s always some pretty visible landmarks around to let you know where you’re going.  Not to say that you couldn’t get so tired you lose track, but that alone would mean you should probably bow out of the race.

I think exhaustion during the swim, but I can't remember. 

Ironically, a person has died in each of the last two Ironman competitions held in my city.

Exactly my point. I sampled beers ranging from light lagers to Guinness and they all tasted like carbonated iodine to me. The ones I liked the most were the shandys and lambics with fruit - which is to say, the ones that tasted the least like beer. Rather than order drinks that approximate what I enjoy (i.e. I have the…

Per Wikipedia: “Rape by deception is a crime in which the perpetrator has the victim’s agreement and compliance, but gains it through deception or fraudulent statements or actions.”

NHL did make their All-Star game “North America vs. The World” at one point...

“...a scene that’s been described as ‘rape by deception’.”

That in fact *is* my point - there were only two massive spectacle movies at the time, and they ran for years. It’s success (or at least it’s success being record-setting rather than just massive) hinges on a lack of competition, in addition to market differences.

If Endgame’s record can be “handwaved” away by citing inflation, I think it’s equally valid to dismiss GwtW’s record for happening in a wildly different place and time. I’m not saying they don’t have the record, I’m saying the record is arbitrary and not relevant to films from different eras.  

Sing up?  Man, anti-spam techniques have gotten *intense*.

“No, no, you need to have your empty left hand in an upward claw like *THIS*. Fuck it, let me show you...”

And my point is that because it existed in a set of unusual circumstances that will never happen again, pretending it’s receipts are relevent to movies coming out *80* years later is useless.

EVERYTHING is a flash in the pan compared to a movie that was essentially the only blockbuster playing for five years, with inflation-adjusted receipts boosted by a depressed US dollar.

I assume by “touch of edgelord”, you mean “as imagined by a 13-year-old GWAR superfan”? Because Ennis never met a shock or gross-out he didn’t play up. 

LaCroix is a lot less explicable than this.  White Claw at least tastes like something.

It’s not new, but A) there’s a lot more variations of it (as with all products today), and B) there’s less cultural shame about not having “proper” tastes in booze. Your mom drank Boone’s half a century ago, but I’m pretty sure she’d have been hard pressed to find it in a bar.

Right, and I have never seen the point in acquiring tastes - I don’t see any reason why I should, as the article says, “go through the ‘work’ of learning to enjoy something like beer or wine.” I can drink the thing I like, or drink the thing I don’t like so I can...maybe like it in the future?  Doesn’t add up for me.

Of the four biggest bands from the Seattle grunge scene, the lead singers have two suicides, an overdose, and Eddie Vedder.

“That said, for a show so dedicated to tearing down superhero tropes, The Boystragically doesn’t have a lot to say about said tropes, beyond a commitment to absolute nihilism.”

Wasn’t it a death from cranial blood clot following a bout that led to the end of NCAA boxing?