not to be too critical but i could have used a paragraph or two on the background of Ronald Kessler instead of all the goofball nonsense comparing Kellyanne to P-Diddy. any decent editor should have crumpled this up and said “Start over.”

i’m sure money helps.

i felt bad about doing it at first, but life was so much better when Disquis and AVClub/Gawker comments allowed you to just block yourself from even having to be exposed to certain users.

reasonable people can surely have polite, well-reasoned disagreements on something this subjective but, no, you’re fuckin’ wrong: it’s THE VISITOR from DS9.

reasonable people can surely have polite, well-reasoned disagreements on something this subjective but, no, you’re…

yeah - i live in West Virginia and there are dumbass people who fly the confederate flag, in a state which was created when it explicitly decided not to secede with the rest of the original state of Virginia.

the conservative opposition to a living wage constantly infuriates me - if you’re dead-set against social welfare programs you see as government hand-outs and truly want everyone to “pull themselves up by their bootstraps” through the glory of your own labor, then why wouldn’t you agree that work needs to be fairly…

my wife is vegetarian and sick with a cold - i think something like this would probably appeal to her, except of course for the chicken. the butter, cream and egg wouldn’t bother her at all.

with all due respect, i don’t think glossing over a fractional decline in membership is the most important failing of the union structure in america.

honestly, i prefer the fiesta potatoes - they’re usually crisper, you get nacho cheese AND sour cream and you can eat them with a spork.

Monk, probably - with the dance moves subbing in for all the kicky-punchy stuff. He’s clearly not a Thief based on the way he died... can’t see him as any kind of spellcaster (and you’d expect a Bard to have more success as a DJ, right?) or straight fighter. Ranger and Paladin aren’t really his vibe... you could maybe…

regarding the picture in the NYT: anyone know who the twat in the cowboy hat is? i’m mostly just curious but, christ, what a clown show...

there are plenty of studies out there demonstrating basically nobody, no matter how expert they think they are, can tell the difference between expensive wine and average bottles. i mean, if you’re pouring out Mad Dog or something, you’re not gonna fool anyone... but much beyond that? no, the difference is mostly…

my wife is probably a little too old to fit neatly into the millenial age bracket, since she’ll be 32 this year but she comes from a family of wine afficianados and, while our income isn’t at a place where we’re buying bottles of Brunello and Barolo on the regular, her dad is a collector and does, which mean she gets…

Dunno - if the mayor really wants to do something, maybe he should propose they pay waitstaff a living wage instead of the tipped minimum which is, what, less than three bucks an hour? And before anyone chimes in with how restaurants are supposed to make up the difference when their waitstaff don’t bring in enough…

Parts of rural/small town Wisconsin, too - see Neil Gaiman’s AMERICAN GODS for a fictionalized example but there are plenty of them to be found in the real world, too. Sometimes you can even find them in grocery stores.

bookcrossing.com is a pretty boss way to give away books you’re never going to re-read. ideally, you’ll be able to “track” the book via people who find and read them - like messages in a bottle, but with books. i’ve been doing it on and off for years, with my most successful books released at highway rest stops by…

I’ve been playing D&D since 1987, so “black pudding” will never be a pizza topping to me, just the inhuman monster that killed my 3rd level gnome druid, Spindlyshanks the Lion Tamer.

“Delicious” - we can just call them “delicious.”

annnd... CHALLENGE ACCEPTED!

Since this is located in a desert, seems like a missed opportunity to have not included the soundtrack from David Lynch’s DUNE - imagine walking up to it just as the sandworm-riding scene was reaching the crescendo?