Yes. His sister’s delight is itself a delight to witness, amongst the joyous bedlam.

This is indefensibly stupid, and I applaud it.

Counterpoint: Shaq wasn’t great. He was just large.

Why did I ignore the warnings.

Your list largely overlaps mine, though I’d also add Statik. A brilliantly conceived idea, perfectly executed.

I’m enjoying it, despite that I’ve long since proven unable to beat it myself. I can’t even say I’m “leaning” on a walkthrough; it’s more like I’m lying across a walkthrough like Michelle Pfeiffer in The Fabulous Baker Boys.

I despise having anything in common with Piers Morgan.

He acted on reflex.

“Virtual unknowns”?

Go away, child.

Was this a pic from last night? If so, that is some impressively fleet-footed costuming.

As a know-nothing, I watched and enjoyed every embedded routine in this article without really being able to distinguish one from another, admiring the grace and body control on a surface level but not really understanding anything technically.

Spurs fan here. Living between Austin and San Antonio, I’m subjected to the indefensibly embarrassing color work by Sean Elliot on Fox Sports Southwest any time I want to watch a Spurs game which isn’t being nationally televised. I can say without hyperbole that I would trade that audio for the Japanese commentary…

What a piece of shit.*

Every one of these stories which ends with a person of color getting a nice fat check from crooked police departments makes up, if only the tiniest bit, for all of the stories where it goes much worse.

It seems I just had this happen to me this week. Didn’t realize it was a widespread phenomenon.

I just started Return of the Obra Dinn over the weekend. I am completely overwhelmed, to the point that I don’t know if I’ll continue playing. The amount of accomplishment which has to be constantly put on layaway in that game is thoroughly daunting to my percentage/progress-tracking mind when it comes to games.

Hereditary.

I have no qualm with that brutal scene from Eighth Grade making the list (I was murderous with anger toward that punk), though I will point out that, when I first opened the article, I was already thinking about a different scene from that film. The fireside chat between Kayla and her dad late in the film is just…

Good luck topping this today, Internet.