I got a a Bill O'Reilly 'for the troops' teddy bear something or other from the gift shop at the American Visionary Art Museum in Baltimore (which is the fvcking best gift shop EVA). The bear (who is of the polar variety, but upright) has Bill's signature stitched into the sole of his foot. Poor ting. It was a rescue.

Orgies=overrated.

I read that as 'polite drunkenness'.

Ripley is amazing.

The University is not upholding their responsibility to take measures to protect students from sexual crimes. In the spirit of protest and civil disobedience - which have often been proven to have an incremental effect on prejudice and policy - a rule violation seems like a minor crime. The University needs to reach…

I think a lot of the complaints about this game, particularly the difficulty and permadeath, are the reasons why I like the game. We've become complacent about games and its great to have something with true consequences, the feeling of impending doom in the face of an uphill battle and the hilarious mental…

But the second amendment, my hobby and my pea shooter against the guvment!

On preliminary inspection, Welcome to New York is invigorating if you;

If you set it up on Kickstarter we'll pay gold, and we won't feel bad if you take the money and run.

Superb. Makes the first one look like kitty chow, and it was good until you came along and outdid yourself. (A correction: "you approach the thrones throne")

Seems like a decidedly douchebag controller, but to every man his own, I suppose.

Misandry would be an awesome TV survival drama if it was real. A core group of men - with one 'enlightened' woman - pitted against a world of gunslinging feminazis and zombie metrosexuals. What would you call it?

Once upon a time, in the golden era we call the 1980s, there was a man called Ronald Reagan. His heart was big and his penis was large. He made Americans rich and said, "Open the prisons of the insane, let them walk the streets and find jobs." But many people were lazy and he could not save everyone. When Reagan was…

Dothraki Thorin, is that you?

I think college sport gives you a licence to be a complete asshole and immunity from significant consequences. These gods among us should get tax breaks and some horrid form of retribution that words cannot describe, but the nature of which should at least have a lasting effect on their divinity.

I'm no paedohile, but I play one on TV's Mighty Morphin Vice Power Squad: Energy Blast; she is definitely being objectified as a baby Latina cowgirl who is shyly coquettish about her new boobs. And it's 'edgy' ... sigh. Imagine if they did an equivalent reel for - shudder - Bieber. Of course, they'd never do it for a…

I got a taste of what it could be to be a celebrity - I mean, a tiny, miniscule taste. I was living in Sichuan, China - as a white person I followed everywhere by children, gawped at and photo-opped by strangers. Well, it was all friendly, but it got immensely irritating. Imagine it scaled up to a celebrity level. No…

I kind of wish I lived in my parent's basement, at least for a couple of months a year. Might be a nice catharsis, kind of like seeking hermitage in the mountains, but without the effort or nuisances. My parents don't have a basement though. Is there any way I can make this work?

Leave Machiavelli out of this!