Rihanna for prez. Nothing matters anymore anyway....

Headline of the year, Emma. Well done.

Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the 45th President of the United States:

A.) I love this because we need their voices right now.
B.) I hate this because it cruelly reminds me what we’ve lost.

I was wondering why my mother (a professor at UVA) suddenly started blowing up my phone while I was at work. She’s amazing academic who went back to school to get her PhD at age 50 and defeated breast cancer in the process, yet she was as giddy as a teenager when this happened.

This explains so much of my sports…

“Stick to sports!”
—Morons

“Okay, there, I did. Now, let’s talk about how fucked up it is that we have so many shootings again.”
—Dwyane Wade

Never underestimate the fear that a large number of white people have of black people coming together.

So what cracks first here: the resolve of conservatives who want to appear “pure” or their (very natural) desire to view nudity?

Definitely want to see this, but no theater here in Austin — not even the Violet Crown! — is currently showing it. Luckily I work part-time at Barnes & Noble, so I’ll be able to check the moment it’s available on Blu-ray. Though I must admit to some trepidation — I used to work at a shelter for abused kids, and so…

Love Amouranth’s response. She’s also super sweet with her fans and does cosplay for sick kids, so they can meet their heroes. I know she takes a lot of shit online — she recently got SWATted, for fuck’s sake — but, for my part, I’m a fan.

He may love them, but I’m guessing most of them don’t love him.

(...I’m sorry, I hate myself too.)

If the Browns ever become legit postseason winners (work with me here...) can you imagine the shit-talking that would follow?

“Bramble Blast” from Donkey Kong Country 2. That music is still on several of my playlists today.

Nick Foles trying to channel his inner Jeff Hostetler.... God, between this and the Saints/Vikings game, coupled with the inevitable Patriots-over-Steelers AFC Championship, the NFC is just so much more entertaining this year.

These Final Hours was definitely one of the better post-apocalyptic (pre-apocalyptic?) movies I’ve seen. No overly dark scenes intended only for shock value, no grand plan to save the world, and the few scenes of sentimentality are all earned. Just regular, flawed people dealing with the impending end of the world in…

I used to close my eyes and squint during Saints games so I could pretend that Drew Brees was back at Purdue in the gold and black, just so I could remember what competent football in that program looked like. (Thank the maker for Jeff Brohm this year, though.)

This is a long article to say they got rid of Jeff Fisher.

Slightly OT, but remember when Iran was working toward an inclusive, moderately democratic government (i.e. the supposed goal of the U.S. for decades now), but the U.S. said no fucking way when they tried to nationalize their oil?

Yeah, props to that one security guard who got in Jefferson’s way and held him back while the others were all like, “Wait, WTF just happened?”

And hey, no one had to get shot or choked out! Funny how far a little restraint can go....

Am... am I starting to develop a modicum of actual respect for Kim Kardashian? Help me, everyone, I’m confused....