Trust me, it’s not just straight men who love The Rock.

This guy’s whole channel is a goddamned delight and some of the serenest shit you’ll ever watch.

I know it’s a newcomer, but how does Nailed It! rank, in your opinion? (It’s way up there for sheer hilarity for me.)

All that, and also a non-Fox/Breitbart/etc. journalist!

As commenters have pointed out, just dumping the meat from package to pan really limits seasoning/cutting/etc. options. If they really wanted to woo squeamish customers, why not, say, attach a baggy with a free pair of disposable gloves to each package of meat? Surely that’d be more practical than reconfiguring the…

Honestly, I prefer my fries with just salt...

Hot take: Raclette is better.

Agreed with @Jaesten, that was a big 4th problem.

Ugh, “Chaotic Stupid” characters are the worst. At that point, it’s just up to the DM to say, “No, I don’t care if that’s in character for your character; you are no longer playing that character because it’s making the rest of your party miserable.”

That’s fair enough. I think you’re onto something with fear of rocking the boat. If you already have a small subscriber base, you risk losing your last reliable source of income if you branch out and alienate them — especially since limited reporting resources means doing, say, investigative work comes at the expense…

As a small-town reporter, might I suggest subscribing to your local newspaper? The daily paper I work for is doing great work with a news staff of two (I’m talking actual investigative journalism) but there are some stories we just can’t do to their full potential when we’re a small staff covering an entire county.…

I have that problem in Chrome, but clicking the lil (i) in the corner of the video will take you to the twitter post.

I spotted a Netflix billboard in the middle of nowhere in Missouri yesterday. (On I-70 heading west from Kingdom City to Columbia, if you’re familiar.) Columbia’s a college town, sure, but it was still a ways out... Seems like an odd marketing strategy.

Acquire jammers.

I’m hoping for some kind of angler fish situation, where the males are tiny and latch on like parasites. Just for something different.

It’s way easier to eventually recreate plumbing infrastructure than to come up with an alternative for bees.

Plus, IMO, it balances right on the brink between realism and cartooniness without falling into the the Uncanny Valley. That’s a feat in itself, though presumably not one that can be credited directly to Spielberg.

Maybe not feet, but I can remember many a study hall and sleepover where girls spontaneously started a shoulder massage train.

Back before church-related trauma kinda ruined Christian music for me, I enjoyed early Randy Stonehill. Larry Norman produced his (third, I think) album Welcome to Paradise, which has some real bangers.

This Suffrage Cook Book (1915) has a recipe from Jack London. Yes, that one. It’s also chock-full of Instructive Quotes and has an absolute whiz-bag introduction (written by a man, of course). Some excerpts: