I love me some Darkest Dungeon, but every time I get distracted, I come back to a group of characters that I can’t quite remember what I’m doing — who’s resting where now, and for how long, and what are my key team compositions? — that I effectively have to start over every time.

Fantastic atmosphere, though. I could…

I blame Carol Burnette.

As spelled out in the article, Bradley was someone fully immersed in the multicultural nature of Long Beach. It comes off as pretty sincere to me, then and now.

Their infamous review of the Black Kids album is also a contender, for that matter.

Marty seems to know his stuff, including the LBC music scene. I have to imagine he knows the lyrics, so I’m wondering what his reasoning is.

I suspect the John Connor mystery is going to be the through-line of the movie, resolved in the last act and potentially setting up a sequel.

I’d rather they do a Terminator: Dark Future here, combined with a Force Awakens.

Give us a new Alien 3, wiping away the rest of the timeline, starting with a script that reaffirms that the Mouse knows all the reasons people loved the first two movies before setting out in new directions.

Not mentioned in the article, but impactful for me, when I was living on the East Coast: Brad didn’t translate the Spanish lyrics in his songs. He just wrote “learn Spanish” in the liner notes.

(“Oh, huh. I guess that’s a good point,” I remember thinking, sitting in my car, listening to the cassette for the first…

Those schools provide a valuable service in helping lift people into the middle class.

I’m not sure what class we’d put Team Aunt Becky in, other than one I’d rather not be in.

As Rytlewski writes in his 40 Oz. review, the corny stoner bros—or at least the culture these archetypal bros are standing in for—are the ones who shout cheerfully along to the chorus of “Date Rape” and, as he puts it, are “guffawing at a joke you find appalling.” Like “Date Rape” itself, this is horrific.

Pitchfork randomly shitting on an album 27 years later is peak Pitchfork.

“She didn’t get into any other California schools.”

I write for a living, and 9,400 words a stupidly long time to write a profile piece.

Unless, that is, around word 2,000, it switches to how Beto dozes off at the wheel a moment, hits and kills a hitchhiker, and the rest of the piece is about him burying the body in the middle of nowhere and his growing guilty gnawing…

Many buildings in the DC metro area are far older than the ADA. I can’t imagine any buildings in Old Town Alexandria, to name one example of an area a Post food critic would go to regularly, would be.

I’m confident there’s lots of places in the area that aren’t ADA compliant, and the Post should definitely be calling…

He’s certainly done a lot to devalue “brain surgeon” as short hand for “really, really smart.”

I’m confused about the Canadians with strong opinions about this issue on Reddit.

Are we going to get poutine hot takes from Mexico next?

Uh, they’re stealing the North’s jobs, obviously. Also, something something terrorists.

You are giving way too much credit to freshmen writing seminars.

So, what I hear you saying is that Jolt is ripe for a comeback.

If they wanted real geek cred, Stranger Things would be embracing Jolt Cola.