So the actual “what-the-goddamned-fuck-ever” takeaway from this is really not that Mnunchin believes American can subsist on 120$ a week, but rather that he’s OK with thinking that’s the status quo...

And another ghoul in the Republican camp...

In 1968, there was nothing that nine-year-old me wanted more than to see that movie. Got there on my 10th b-day, thanks Dad!.

well I’m definitely down to “boil him, mash him, stick him inna stew...”

Agreed- I distinctly remember thinking- as the villain detailed his plot- that it was quite a bit more insipid and comic-booky than we’d come to expect from Bond canon.

Because I’m an avid lover of fried fast food fish, and because I have a preternatural ability to remember random advertising jingles from every decade of my existence, I now have one of those stuck in my head. And because it’s there as a direct result of this article- touting a thing I’d certainly like but cannot…

This was pointed out elsewhere, but there are three simple words that doom this service to oblivion; CEO. Meg. Whitman.

During these unique times of massive financial insecurity, is it really a wise move to charge actual dollars for your ad-supported tier?  

Well, there is The Postman... if you can stomach Saint Kevin.

DO NOT, under any circumstances, watch ‘Testament’! You’ve been warned...

In the late 70's/early 80's I got John Travolta’d constantly because I had a Vinnie Barbarino haircut. Then it was Rick Sutcliffe. After I gained some weight and got a little more paunch in the face, I was Steven King.

The best thng about IG is the look on Brad Pitt’s face when he’s going “Gorr-LAHHHH-may...”

Still better than the schlocky calendar art the Brother Hildebrandt produced throughout the 70s...

Same with haircuts now, everybody’s a data-miner on the side. “Did you book on the app?” No, I just want a haircut. “Well did you reserve online?” No, I just want a haircut- your sign says “Walk-ins Welcome!”. “Ok then, just put your name and phone number in this handy POS device, and we’ll be right with you!”

I know this music.

I read your comment, and the FIRST thing that popped into my head-

So this termite flies into a tavern and says “Bar tender?”

I work in Woodridge, about twenty miles or so from Fermilab, but literally across Lemont road from Argonne National Laboratory, which also has a large, naturalized campus. The industrial park I’m in was really well thought/laid out, with ample green spaces and tree and reservoirs abounding- it really does not feel…

OMG, beautiful *and* hilarious.  

“Between Marx and marzipan in the dictionary, there was Mary...”