Kinda seems like clickbaity nonsense

I get that this is a joke, haha, but is it just me or can Jezebel never not pound something into the ground? Very little subtlety around those parts.

No Code's fuckin' great, and fuck anyone who thinks otherwise.

Miscegenation? Is he a veteran of the Confederate Army?

I'd like to force Glenn Greenwald to drink a mugful of live ticks.

Many beautifully cured slices of meat - cappicola, proscuitto, salami, pepperoni sometimes, ham sometimes, sometimes others - sharp provolone, lettuce, onion, tomato, sometimes chard, sometimes pepperoncini and/or sweet peppers, nestled onto a soft Italian hoagie roll, drenched in oil and vinegar, sprinkled with salt,…

I tend to agree, but I'll cut her some slack because she didn't know she was on a hot mic. I'm not going to go so far as to try to urge people to talk a certain kind of shit when they're (privately, or so they think) talking shit.

I tend to believe Hicks is still out there somewhere on the astral plane, and when he does check in on this madness I suspect he thinks, "Shit, I got out just in time."

DEEP cut. Well done, man.

A well-made Italian hero is peak sandwich. A cubano is secondary base camp. But a well-made Italian hero is impossible without finely cured variations in the key of pig. So we agree, just for different reasons. The pig really is the most magical animal, unless you believe what those nineteenth-century dudes said about…

"You know what Maybach is, right? That's a car you gotta be rich to own. Like me. I'm rich. You could tell because my name got dollar signs in it."

Who could resist that mullet/side-eye combo?

I can just hear him saying "This is how it happens."

Are you ready for the sex girls?
The hot, hot, lean, hot, big hot girls?
Are you ready for the sex girls?
The right, right, ultra-vital nice-nice girls?

But what if she doesn't want to fuck you, Rick?

I guess you have to do it in a plane. Every astronaut ever's broken the shit out of the sound barrier.

Thanks, Sac! Up until a couple of weeks ago I'd have been perfectly happy to have been suspected of being Martin Landau. Y'know, until the whole death thing and all. This past week has been oddly great for my ego; I had no idea I'd made this much of an impact on these fair boards.

I still can't decide if I like the movie or the book better. And I'm no huge fan of Wolfe's.

And yet Shep sort of paid the price anyway, because they let Glenn have the first orbital shot. But then they were paranoid he'd die, so they didn't let him fly again until he was so damned old we'd have just said "Well, that was poetic." So Shep pretty much won, ultimately, because he played golf on the goddamn Moon.

Dude, you are exceptionally, exceptionally wrong on this one.