As long as it’s not such-and-such re-done as Star Wars something or Disney Princesses, I’m fine with it.

The scariest aspect of It is completely unspoken: The monster’s influence is evident beyond it’s physical form. The Seven kids can all sense it in the form of their town’s dysfunction and the cruelty of everyone around them. When the one kid is being beat up by some bullies and a neighbor simply drives past in her car…

Me, I’m from Rhode Island and am extremely peaceful, so I chose Pacific Islander.

When I’ve had a few, I’ve oftimes mused that we on the left could engage in a little ‘voter supression’ of our own by just removing the access ramps from certain key polling places, thus preventing old white people on Medicaid-funded ‘mobility scooters’ (“Don’t Tread on Me” bumper stickers and all) from getting inside…

Yes. New Yorker, the Week and NPR were right: If you can’t moderate, don’t have comments. And you are also right: The Atlantic is repellent. Do they even realize they HAVE comments? Is there some complete organizational firewall between the writers and the net-admin side of things? And yes, I’ve likewise seen several…

Number one sign that someone is going to post at LEAST 20 more comments on a given thread: They say something like “Goodbye!” or “I’m outta here!” or “We’re done here.”

Yeah, yeah, yeah, “Witness me!” “I am awaited in valhalla!” etc, etc.

Couldn’t we at least have public financing for something that would appeal to those of us who don’t care about sports? National Handjob Championship or whatnot?

Tulip: google mania.

Well no; stocks and currency establish a value because they are regularly traded for each other on open markets about which all information is publicly available.

Top GIF: Man, looks like Ganon is cumming pretty damn hard at the end there. Like one of those orgasms that circles almost all the way around to being painful.

Well, not in terms of commenting anyway. You still remain on, at best, probationary status in High School Cool Kid terms.

Yes, in 47 Meters Up, our heroines climb a tree only for the ladder to collapse beneath them. They are surrounded by monstrous owls. The forest tour operator periodically throws supplementary granola bars up to them to keep them alive until a rescue can be devised.

...of Mars

“Representation” is meaningless.

“Representation” is meaningless.

I remember going to the beach as Hurricane Bob moved back offshore and dissappated. The waves were SO HUGE; tiny little 10-year-old me was having the time of my life bodysurfing the enormous waves. “Wheeeeeee!!”

I have not heard that. My knowledge extends only to some videos of people trying to use that experimental Bitcoin ATM machine at SXSW and it was like a 20-step, 8-hour process to get actual greenbacks from one’s bitcoin balance.

PUNCH WAS SERVED!!

Your posting is slothful.