It's become a pretty sweet and enjoyable part of our day, actually. But I guess if the specter of a single moment of mundane activity is your one takeaway from that, you're better off not recklessly fertilizing any eggs any time soon.

As a ritual to keep my daughter from going bugnuts crazy when I comb her hair, we enjoy Youtube videos of Japanese candy making kits while I try and yank the snarls out of her head.
The videos really demonstrate the Japanese love of cultivation and presentation because they spend a fantastic amount of time blending and…

I would like to visit the Land of Chocolate version of Germany.
I suspect their brown shirts are much nicer.
…Their shirts are brown because of all the chocolate.

We're making pizza and we get to choose our own toppings!

I just downloaded him from PS +. He's going to come and live with me now.

Oh, that stings.

Really? It was right there in the whole thing. Go back and read it. You'll chuckle!

Yeah, but if you read the comment, you'd see that I was in indulging in delightful satire.

I'll bet those cataracts cleared right up, what with all the "doobie" those urban-types smoke.

So it's not enough for the liberal agenda that they take a perfectly good white character and recast her for the sake of "diversity", but they change the background of her adopted father from bloodless war profiteer to a successful green energy entrepreneur named Daddy WindFarmBucks?

A commentor on i09 mentioned the ridiculous surplus of American flags in this trailer, and I'm beginning to suspect that they must just be a naturally occurring byproduct of Michael Bay filming a movie. The second he rolls camera, they just emerge like flatus from a bovine.

To hell with it. I say we do. Fuck it. It's hump day, right?!

That's a damn shame. Not particularly surprising, and I hope he's still in good health and just hoping to enjoy a well-earned retirement. But still.

"We're fortunate to have comics legend Frank Miller on board to help us write for young Selina Kyle!"

"…I always thought… it… would be by the hand of one of my countless …lovers… URGH!!!!"

I kinda' felt the Thomas Wayne will narration was a bit on the nose. "Son, I anticipate being gunned down alongside your mother, compelling you to become a theatrical vigilante, so… here's some pointers. Mull them over with a bowed head before getting into your plate mail and squishing Two-Face's grandma car with your…

Jeezus. Any new game that ekes out sufficient success to become a franchise just gets published with a meth head's enthusiasm.
I feel like Homer in hell. "So. You like donuts? Well, have all the donuts in the world!"
Except I'm not Homer. I can't eat all those donuts.

Wait a minute… That sounds like the defense a spambot would make… Get him!

And the fact that apparently what it is for is preemptively establishing yourself as the put-upon victim of a non-existent pogrom as a passive-aggressive method of establishing the parameters of an argument nobody is having is a bit of a shame.

I guess a novel approach would be saying nothing at all.