“How in the hell did I not know that Gary Oldman was in a washed-up British spy TV series?!?!?”

Goddammit #1: How am i just now hearing about this series??
Goddammit #2: I am NOT signing up for any more goddamn streaming services! Well, maybe. (Shaggy dog Gary Oldman is the best Gary Oldman.)

I’m gonna be honest, if I just looked at the header photo, it might take me a solid 20 guesses to get to “Tony Danza.” I absolutely did not recognize him.

This kind of comment is like using rap lyrics as evidence in court.

For those who are having difficulty comprehending the complexities of this article let me sum it up this way: today it is possible to run Doom on a home pregnancy test stick. Tomorrow it will be possible to run Crysis on a home pregnancy test.

But how much Bitcoin can it mine?! *EYEROLL*

It’s amazing how even a moderate amount of exercise a day can improve not only your physical health, but also mental well-being.

I learned that lazer pew-pew make computer better.   Otherwise, over my head

The headlong rush into our Glorious All Digital Future is looking increasingly like an old road runner cartoon where Wile E smashes into a fake train tunnel and then gets run over by a train anyway.  "Who could have predicted this??" cry the few people who somehow didn't see this coming.

Yeah, it’s the government’s fault you’re obese and diabetic. Skip the In N Out drive thru, eat a salad, and walk around the block, you gross choad.

Of course!

Physical copies w/ a digital backup that you can use an emulator to play, you mean ;)

Im not a fan. She has a habit of getting pregnant and fucking up the show. Example, person of interest

Meh, still better than exercising.

Physical copies, or barring that, software piracy and emulation: in the end, these are the only ways to ensure you have access to a game.

Well, the WHO needs to start working on an exercise pill then!

One of the myriad of ways cars are killing us and our happiness.

Calories are all the same - whether you eat them all in one night - or over a 2 week period.

Now that sounds like a Dickens of a problem.

I’m always careful about what I eat before bed. I have the worst dreams about my childhood, or my coworkers, or even dying if my stomach has an undigested bit of beef, a blot of mustard, a crumb of cheese, a fragment of an underdone potato...