There's also the fact that they show up down here a lot.

One of the greatest technological marvels ever created, and what do we do with it? We rubberneck at a major corporation "owning" something called "Thuggy D" by talking about refrigerators.

Sad but absolutely true.

Okay, that's fair, although I still think you're oversimplifying it a touch just because of the relative levels of effort involved (the analogy might work better with Fact's example of having to write a letter to the paper back in the day).

It is the most insidious of earworms. Plus, I've been rereading Richard Yates recently, and a lot of his male characters call pretty much everyone "baby".

You think so, really? I feel like there's so many liveblogs these days that it's easier to find one of them for anything major. I like hanging out on the SB Nation boards of whichever team's playing that I'm most favorably disposed toward. For the most part, those people know their stuff.

Waaaay ahead of you, baby.

I'm sorry. Kitten?

That's nonsense. Utter nonsense. Unless it took the same effort to write a book AND get it published AND make a perfect copy of the whole thing with a mouse click AND… You know what? The hell with it. Writing and reading a book takes effort and concentration. Flaming someone on Twitter takes ten minutes of boredom,…

You are seeing my words.

Have we gotten there? Baby, we've been there for a while now.

I fucking thought I saw this somewhere else.

Kick me while I'm down, smoke. I need it.

These guys got no future.

Wow, seriously? I could fall asleep to Lidia in a heartbeat - I do love me some Lidia - but Jesus, I think I could probably fall asleep to industrial machinery easier than D3. But hey, if it works for you, more power to you.

I've always suspected the universe hated me, that my existence is some sort of vast cosmic joke.

Fucking Guy Fieri. Guy's a mayonnaise sandwich with bleached hair. You know my father still watches that asshole? Why was I born to such a man?

And who the hell are those people up there, anyway?

Also part of one of my all-time favorite hip-hop lyrics, by Pharoahe Monch:

Mark my words, impromptu: unless the Mets can get their arms healthy, the NL is a grudge match between the Cubs and the Dodgers from here until 2020 or so. Your number's bound to come up soon.