Is there a way to block you and other heretics? Worship the square shrine heathen!

So this is way late and probably won't be read by anyone:

This game is fantastic. The combat and versatility is amazing. People called it glitchy, but it was playable, and super entertaining.

America, screw you and your public ruining of children for entertainment. If you were my child I'd ground you and take away your reality TV rights for life.

We must stop using the word "crashing" for Bill Murray appearances.

And??? Come on! Was it "knit-one-drop-one?" "Hand-me-the-lard?" "This-is-our-little-secret?"

How will Harry ever find a bride now :( Chin up Harry, there are more fame-hungry bitches out there.

Here's one that you may have missed. Perfect for the E3 hype.

I was raised on the wonder that is FernGully, she was not. Unless she has read all of Dr Seuss and absorbed all of Miyazaki, this girl is a creative visionary. I took too many happy pills this morning, sure, but I still feel the use of colour and composition and design integrity of the illustration are absolutely…

Nuff said.

Oh Amy. I've already told you that our bed is only made for two.

You won't see my foot coming.

So my brother worked in London at a deli called Le Croissant Shop, where the food was made fresh each day. Being the good Samaritan he is, he went out at the end of each day giving the left over foods to nearby charities. When the chain found out he was doing this, he was fired outright. Their explanation? If…

I hate to be that guy, but *adjusts opera glasses* Der Rosenkavalier is by Richard Strauss and not Johann. It's all super-confusing. There are even two Johanns.

I will continue to post this as a reply to all articles about this "movie."

OMG, I just thought of something. What if Ted isn't the father? What if they're Barney's kids and Barney dies in a freak elevator/tie accident a la Final Destination??? He never calls them son or daughter, he always calls them "kids."

Gloves may be necessary for a populace fixated on hygiene as an idea rather than a reality. I have worked as an executive chef for a group of 5 restaurants, and the only cases of food-poisoning (not a great word, more technically correct would be food-transmitted bacteria, there is no "poison") I have encountered are…

I'm not a racist, I also love chicken.

I wish I could grow ovaries and she was gay and we'd stay up all night just painting each others nails and sniffing teddy-bears. I'd be the ox-bow lake to her fish-eagle. Anyone know where I can get some of her hair? Asking for a friend.