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To be fair, from what I understand, Malcolm Gladwell has actually made more than a few misstatements. How that correlates to Neil Degrasse Tyson is unknown to me.
We all have rough days, dude. It’s good to let it out, so no judging on our parts.
I went to a Toastmasters meeting where I likened the British monarchy to an appendix; it used to be useful, but now it’s just a big sack of poison.
The parents of those seals in #2 must be either super-habituated to humans or they haven’t learned to fear us yet.
More fools them.
Now I have a loop of Cotton-eye Joe with a picture of Jake Johnson fist-pumping lodged pretty firmly in my head. Who do I sue? Jake Johnson? Fox? Sweden? Help me out here, guys.
People have already mentioned this, but what on earth possesses restaurant owners to be on a show where we get to see how bad they are at their jobs?
Maybe this isn’t the correct place for this, but I thought it was ironic that punk was celebrated by people who, had this been the UK in the 1980s, would have voted for Thatcher.
Probably stretching the definition of celebrity to its breaking point, but my least trusted person would be anyone who is the unelected leader of their country and pays famous people to attend their bday parties. You just know that they own their own torture chamber.
How awesome would it have been to have someone show up with a crossbuster logo on their clothing? I loves me some BR.
I’m actually kinda confused right now. I should be siding with Stewart because Donald Trump is the racist, classist, sexist worst. On the other hand, my hair is absolute ass, so that gives me some empathy for the Donald.
Todd Has-A-Lot-Of-Money-In-The-Cayman-Islands, esq.
I really like the Ned-Beatty-in-Network quality he brings to it.
Way, way off topic, but is anyone watching Hannibal? If so, what do you think is the deal with the deer (symbolically)? Are we talking a symbol of the inner unfathomability of the human condition, or what?
What genre of music is it? I’m guessing either 90′s 3rd-wave ska or alternative dance.
Are you even allowed to own a wombat?
I just watched the “Mr. Neutron” episode of Monty Python last night, so I’m favourably disposed towards bad American accents now.
Twenty three year old me would have done that in a flash.
I was thinking about going to that Silent Hill movie just so I could say “You know nothing about acting, Jon Snow”.
He looks like he’s thinking of expanding into the whimsical candy business. I am, of course, speaking of the one with golden tickets and inexplicable deathtraps.
Maybe he could apologize for the constantly moving camera. And the racism. And the misogyny. And the weak plotting. And the …
The day is young, we know you’re just getting warmed up.
Maybe he was actually talking to other white people who believe themselves to be Native American. Y’know, the ones who wear a lot of string ties and are just in it for the peyote.
I like to pretend that it’s some form of meta-commentary on the stuff they choose to print, e.g. maybe they run a story on those Boston Massacre T-shirts that Nike was selling for a bit. All the commentary they need is in their name.
Don’t know what this says about me, but the line “He was an aspiring rap star. She was a rich girl who liked to put her butt on warm stuff” made me snicker. It’s from the Filmdrunk link, in case anybody is wondering what I’m talking about.
He is an adorable little shithead, isn’t he?