To be perfectly clear, I prefer to keep my hand on myself at work.

I’ve read where the NRA tried to insert itself into the gun debate in Australia after Port Arthur in ‘96, but the Aussies essentially told them to go fuck themselves. If only we had politicians with such backbones here.

Please tell me “Bye, Felicia” is still acceptable.

“Literally” anything gets me, too. Like, “I’m literally starving,” “I’m literally sweating my balls off,” “She’s literally 11 feet tall.” Because if you are “literally” any of these and more, you are “literally pathetic.” Yeesh.

...which also should not happen.

And their kids STILL won’t shoot in landscape mode.

Brouhaha

I had a massive crush on Dorothy Hamill back in the day. And I remember watching Franz Klammer in the men’s downhill with my jaw in my lap.

One of my biggest ongoing hang-ups with ESPN is that it still tries to cultivate a certain style of fan that can win the bar argument or whatever with his ESPN-imbued sports knowledge and elite take-boxing training.

Oh yea. Another trailer that basically shows you the whole damn movie.

Too soon.

No, you’re thinking of Vince Vaughn. Or Robert Duvall. I always get those two mixed up.

Huh. Nobody saw that coming.

The accusations and apologies I posted to My Space somehow feel especially hollow.

+1 double salchow

I won’t rest until they bring back Moonlighting set in the murky underworld of CIA covert ops.

Sibling’s List

Well, it is Snub Season.

Which is basically wet toast with added Vitamin D and Calcium.

If you want explosive fajitas, have lunch at Applebee’s.