Okay, wait, back up: you can get food somewhere in Manhattan for $2.75?

This looks like a Cirque du Soleil audition gone horribly wrong.

Considering all the airborne grease that must have saturated the bark of those trees over the years, I’m surprised they didn’t explode like the set of a Michael Bay music video.

I am both desperate to know and terrified to know who the other high profile comics are.

Oof. Yes, that’s a mike drop.

It does have the Rocky Ridge Refuge, the source of 90% of the internet’s photos of capybaras and puppies and ducklings all hanging out together in big cuddle-piles.

But, but, without Western Maine all of Stephen King’s movies would have to be filmed in Canada!..........oh wait.

Cue the foot in mouth in 3,2.....http://defamer.gawker.com/jay-z-showed-m…

While I normally oppose the use of military hardware by local police forces, if the cops sent to arrest and deport Joe happen to use tear gas and flashbang grenades (after making sure he’s the only person in the house, of course) in the course of surprising him while he’s on his gold toilet, I’ll feel pretty okay with…

It’s a little like admitting you eat your soup with a straw so you don’t leave any fingerprints on the utensils.

It’s not an item as much as an artistic commission, but my friends all know that the first sign I’ve won the lottery will be the Studio Ghibli animation folks releasing their remake of the “Take On Me” music video, created for ‘an anonymous patron’.

“The female children barely dressed”

Between this and the Boston Magazine profile of the psycho who started Gamergate, it’s been Deranged Stalker Week on my newsfeed.

It’s a tricky line, though. There’s a webcomic and YouTube troll, Jim Profit, who seems to honestly feel that anyone who bans him from a forum is (by his insane definition) a “rapist”. He obviously loves the attention he gets by going onto new forums, dropping the r-bomb and getting hundreds of people yelling about…

Oh nooooo you mean in a decade or two their endowments might be only worth $80 billion? The horror!

And now I have my superhero name.

Whenever I order food I’ve never tried before, part of me is afraid of this very thing happening. “He ordered bhaji and bodhi on the same plate?! He’s dead! DEAD!!”

Darn it, I will *not* spend my entire Monday afternoon imagining Gordon Ramsay as Brother Blood spending gazillions to open a restaurant across the street to try to put Chez Titans out of business. (That’s a lie, I totally will.)

They’re only really good if you bury them in the sand and steam them for hours.

This might be the nerdiest comment I’ve ever read, and I love it.