Preparing talking points and briefings for meetings with reporters is common in our business.

I'm about a week in on a major Serengeti bender. I swear that I know the real-life Kenny Dennis:

Great album from front to back, but this is my favorite track:

Anyone can be that badass when they have Ric Flair on their sideline, cheering them on.

Okay, that's sorta amazing.

Cats, eh? You've probably seen this one, then:

I think that's a BIG step up from any infection that I know of.

These Dumb Dogs Can't Fetch For Shit

My god. That will haunt my dreams tonight.

Okay. Now go away and do your thing. You've infected my afternoon.

I like the revised headline waaaaayyyyyyy better.

Mr. Demoff clearly regretted that any members of the Ram's [sic] organization would act in a way that minimized the outstanding work that police officers and departments carry out each and every day.

After the holiday weekend, gotta show Chicago some love:

For God sakes, not the Lightning!

Dude. That's a goddamned Sonic commercial.

'Nuff said:

Chipper my ass. The tweet forgot to wish me "a tremendous day" as I walked toward the condiment bar.

Is it just me, or did the wienerdog stunt a little bit while crossing the finish line, a la Prime Time returning a punt for a TD?

One of my favorite Public Enemy songs, out of a long list of favorite Public Enemy songs. Seemed somewhat apropos given current events:

And on a lighter topic, Flash Gordon was my favorite movie when I was three years old, as well as my very-early introduction to Queen.