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Fucked Up: Canada’s finest musical export. I saw them in concert during the “David Comes to Life” tour in Detroit. It was a goddamn religious experience.

I was on-board with James’ assessment here of S3 feeling.... less. Especially their handling of the Shiro-Black Lion-Keith triangle. The narrative provides a good explanation for the Black Lion’s refusal to cooperate: it moved on to Keith. New relationship. New phone, who dis? But, Zarkon could bond enough with the

The deepest of red flags for me is talking about an ex-*.

I'd love to know how this squares with the USC research showing that, "people who use business jargon are assumed to have a higher position within a company, and are seen as better leaders." Listen to / read the Marketplace story at http://www.marketplace.org/topics/busines…

Someone pointed out to me that my voice drops and slows when I speak Spanish (my second language). After ten years of use, perhaps my ego isn't yet 100% comfortable.

NPR's Radio Lab ran a fascinating episode about this event:

The most satisfying part of Bradley's article is the section involving Frank Rashid from Marygrove College. I had the honour of studying under Dr Rashid's as an undergraduate at Marygrove College. His scholarship on the City of Detroit — its history and poetry — cannot be matched, so Bradley was wise to seek out his

I scanned the article looking for a Pokémon reference. The slow trickle of information about X / Y are, I think, laying tracks for the largest hype train Nintendo has built to date. I cannot wait.

To think that TLC could show this on endless loop and triple its ratings; instead, it shows Honey Boo-Boo.

Is Changizi single (oh please, oh please)?

Who is the suave bloke wearing the blue NFL hat standing just to the left of Harbaugh? He gives zero fucks.

Right! What self-respecting lady (or sensible gentleman) would allow fetus blood to touch their hands — or, any unpleasant substance for that matter? That is, unless you cannot afford a handsome pair of gloves which means you're poor.

Good for you, mate. A few years ago, I found myself very suddenly single. I looked in the mirror, and hated what I saw: a big stomach and small self-confidence. Since that day, I've lost 60lbs/27kg. When I couldn't lose any more, I gained back 15lbs/7kg through weight lifting. Like you, I remain amazed three years

Like you, i stayed up last night watching this game. Unlike you, (I think?) I watched the game on ESPN México so endured three hours of soccer commercials GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL! Then, Valverde fell apart and I went to bed both sad and

The physical symptoms of stage fright described above happened to me during on the day of my senior thesis; however, these symptoms happened *after* the public address - not before it. I felt calm and prepared before presenting my senior thesis (imagine a dissertation defence at the undergrad level) to the department

I remember a clip that shows Dr Bashir wearing trainers. This allowed (!?!) the fans to dress up, wear white trainers, and say it was a hat tip to that episode.

My dog wakes up with me when the alarm rings. I get up, feed him, pee, pull open the blinds, set the alarm ahead 15 minutes AND THEN GO BACK TO SLEEP. This happens every day including weekends.

implying that economically disadvantaged people never receive iPhones as gifts.

I was born in Michigan's Upper Peninsula and Lake Superior has always scared hell out of me. The way locals talk about it seems uniformly terrifying. One heard the old script "Lake Superior never gives up its dead" a lot. Couple that with an otherwise uneventful day at Whitefish Point, where my dad told me (aged 6)

I can't wait for the Japanese release, if only to watch the entire game unfold on YouTube. A Japanese friend - we were both graduate students - and I watched YT videos that people uploaded of themselves playing B/W in 2010. He translated and we both felt giddy. I worried that knowing the game's "secrets' would ruin