Indeed. Especially when it's a continually repeating version of the same boring circus, I certainly don't think complimentary snacks are too much of an ask.

Another thing I enjoyed about this is it shows how much respect you and Big Goofy have garnered amongst your peers. Sounds insignificant on paper, but in reality it's actually extremely fucking significant.

Truly a movie that "scratches every itch" for me.

Feast has to be in the top twenty of most rewatchable movies ever.

Perhaps if they handed out popcorn and nachos while they were in the middle of buckling like belts it would be more palatable. Probably not, but at least there'd be a reason for the performance.

Conditions permitting, I've found driving consistently at 3mph above the speed limit you don't get attention from cops or tailgating douchebags. However, in this circumstance? I would have put my car in park, in the street, blocking the tailgating douchebags, opened a book and began reading.

These wastes of air should get the Henry Chinaski treatment.

As a general rule I don't predict what any front office will do. But at 5 and 10 the Giants*should* take 2 of the 3 Ohio State defenders. Anyone reasonable who watched last season would likely agree.

Big Goofy showing love to the little people. Respect.

Will it be served with Jamba Juice?

The most beautiful part is that it's left completely unexplained why the guy is so damn obsessed with his blood pressure. I've never been attacked by zombies, and also I've never felt a powerful need to strap into one of those machines even just while waiting at a pharmacy. Add zombies? Severe nope.

I feel like we should collectively stop calling them reporters and instead refer to them as announcers. The term reporter still has a semblance of investigation loosely attached to it. Think of the change as the difference between meteorologist and weatherman.

That's just them hedging their bets and playing scared. They got reputations and careers on the line. I'm an impartial observer with no stake, and I don't remember the year but there was a draft sometime in the last twenty where I had ~44 with first-round grades, and another where I only had ~11.

That's why I've referred to this draft as not deep, but wide. So the bad news is there's like 20 first-rounders. The good news is there's like four rounds of second-rounders.

Never question a quarterback who backed out of his own end zone to gift the opposing team a safety and couldn't manage to win a single game even with Calvin Johnson on the roster. But in all seriousness, Orlovsky was never even the best quarterback *on his team* in the NFL.

We were absolutely NOT hard on Germany and Japan after WWII. We could have turned each country into a parking lot, yet we let them keep their economy because we knew a starving populace breeds violence. Twenty years later they were doing well. Contrast that with how we handled Iraq and Afghanistan.

I think that's likely exactly the reason why Lawrence was moved for only a first instead of a first, plus.

If cops weren't cops they'd be unemployed. At least sixty percent of these assholes can't even manage to put on a sock without intricately detailed instructions and a cartoon tutorial.

He's instantly been moved up in my mental draft. I try to be guilty of as many of those charges as much as possible, daily.

He's been the linchpin of their fantastic defense. Great player when he wants to be, but doesn't affect the way the rest of the defense plays in any way whatsoever. Other than occasionally making shitty guys look OK, natch.

33rd. I submit that even an imaginary team would be better at it.

Please tell Big Goofy to get on Bluesky (unless of course he really, really loves fattening the wallet of Elon Musk), and also to please stop trying to shoehorn Carnell Tate onto the Giants or I shall be forced to hire a homeless person to shit in his slippers.

I won't pass judgment either way, but I do think it's important for every woman to know that she knows at least three men who would happily disfigure any other man who harms her. I'm not even talking about friends and family here, I'm saying even a complete stranger will be quite willing to oblige.

Don't overlook the Fuck You Factor. Didn't want to play in New York, now gets to play for the cheapest owner in the NFL (you know about The towel, right?), in Cincinnati. One king-hell of a downgrade in living conditions. Now he'll play where people think Skyline is food and lynching is a fun sport.

The best compliment I can give to Tim Curry is that no matter what character he plays, after you've seen his portrayal of said character you can't picture anyone else but Tim Curry playing the part.

Tip: Pretend you're saying "run-on" in a Boston accent whenever you can't remember how to pronounce Jordan's last name. Works for me, anyway. Rahn-ahn.

I give all businesses one free pass on this. Maybe there was a legitimate reason to close early. But if the legitimate reason is perpetual, change the damn hours of operation. I dislike being lied to, and certainly not before I even enter the establishment.

Well, here's how that conversation likely went: "Oh, you don't like it here? Fine, we'll send you to Cincinnati. Enjoy the cheap ownership, bad food and racism. Remember to bring your own towel."

Yeah, like with Chicago there's definitely two camps. One really likes the early experimental stuff and one likes the grocery store pop version. Just a matter of taste.

Yet another reason why, whenever I see a doctor and they ask if I have any allergies, I say "Phil Collins." That Cabbage Patch Kid-looking fuck should have stuck to background vocals from behind the drums. But no, he had to go full Peter Cetera and turn an interesting band into bad elevator music.