“As a white nationalist, I care for all people,” Cvjetanovic said. “We all deserve a future for our children and for our culture. White nationalists aren’t all hateful; we just want to preserve what we have.”

That Watson is a good AI that’s doing fantastic at natural language comprehension but IBM oversells it because they’re hemorrhaging money and hope that A.I. Jesus will save them?

You don’t have to be Sherlock to figure out what’s wrong with this Watson.

I missed the first time you mentioned the author’s full name, so when I got to this part: “The trailer for Mother! is vague and scary, as is Gay’s description of the film,” my instant reaction was that I would love to read a Vogue profile of Jennifer Lawrence written by Roxane Gay.

John Currin loves to paint women as grapefruit-titted giraffe aliens. It’s his Thing.

You should totally write a letter to the New Yorker to tell them this. I work in publishing, and it really brightens our day when we hear stories like yours.

I’m living on mostly rice, these days, but still subscribe to the New Yorker.

Her genius is never letting his name skip past her teeth. She is demoting him to the base animal he is and deserves to be thought. You only hear proper names in praise from her. Hillary she praises, “Barack” (her term not mine) she praises, Bill she praises. If you notice she also only uses their first names as to…

My husband’s phrase for this is looking like a soup sandwich. I think that perfectly describes Trump’s “look.”

Can we take out a full-page ad telling all people everywhere who have ever existed this?

“The closeted perv has never come out as gay”

Because he very well may not be; being a child predator /= gay. Abusive sex is about power, not identity.

Plus she used fractions, which probably count as witchcraft to the average Trump voter.

I LOATHED Sarah. I actually can’t think of a book I’ve disliked more. I thought it was precious, pretentious crap — overwritten, shallow misery porn that read like bad slash fiction and had no underlying message beyond “Look how deep I am and how much I have suffered!” I was — and am — baffled by adulation it received.

This is MX-410. He is canon.

Mee mother mee moo moids moo midenmimied mare mot mammom mexammles.

So damn good. Just looking for gifs got me all excited for the show. And it ended right when it got hella interesting too.

Nary a mention of her turn as Sofie on Carnivale, brings a tear to my eye.

I admit, I am fascinated by this man’s almost pathological need to publically humiliate himself. That documentary was both the most I’ve cringed and the hardest I’ve laughed at a movie all year.

My unsolicited advice, Bobby: if you don’t care, don’t Carol