Oh fuck off. Hot is hot.

WE’LL BUILD A WALL AROUND BURNING MAN AND MAKE THE HIPSTERS PAY FOR IT.

I had one of those once. Had to take antibiotics for like a month.

...so not Teen Titans so much as “Guy in his late 20s playing a teen” Titans.

Ok but how many portions is it?

No.

Loved when Rick bitched out the spa worker for having a “juicy voice.” That’s a pet peeve of mine. Clear your damned throats, people!

If you’re not willing to wear a helmet while operating a car/truck/tractor/bicycle/horse/racing snail/etc. then you really have no business nannying a motorcyclist who chooses to let the wind flow through their hair.

I LIKE A THING AND I’M INSULTED WHEN OTHER PEOPLE DON’T LIKE A THING AND THEY’RE WRONG NOT TO LIKE THE THING THAT I LIKE BECAUSE THE THING I LIKE IS GOOD THEREFORE ANYONE WHO DOESN’T LIKE IT IS WRONG!

Excellent. Now nobody can say “oh shit we found these notes in a drawer somewhere; let’s cobble together a book out of them!” like they did with Frank Herbert and Douglas Adams. Don’t get me wrong, I like The Salmon of Doubt - it provides a great insight into DNA’s creative process, but I know he wouldn’t have…

That wasn’t my point. My point is that self-righteous libertarian sermonizing has a shelf life. Or at least it should.

South Park is writhing in agony moaning “WHY AM I STILL A THING?”

Hey I dug It Follows. Creepy stuff!

An army of Datas?? With two androids, you had a good one and an evil one. You’d end up with half your army going evil!

It’s that pesky e=mc^2 problem

Get at least a 250 if you’re taking a highway regularly.

I rode a 150 Piaggio for a couple of years. It was fun, but I really felt the limits of it when I tried to keep up with the big Burgmans in my scooter club. I felt myself getting left behind a lot, especially on hills. I had a scary ride along a highway in central Oregon last year where I was barely able to hold 40…

We are all made of star stuff...and poop.

BMWs. All of them. All driven by assholes. Assholes, every one of them.

Totally worth it.