schrödinger: *handing his daughter a box at christmas* open it honey

daughter: *already crying* daddy please no

Canada's first WNBA team has chosen a name: the Toronto Tempo.

Let’s see what’s happening in the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade! *click*

*the Temptations lip-sync “My Girl” on the Wonder Bread float while Ronald McDonald looms terrifyingly above them*

*click* Okay, we’re good.

Inspired by last year’s “Barbenheimer”, folks are trying to mash “Gladiator II” and “Wicked” into “Glicked”, and I would like to say “no” and “absolutely not” and “please stop”

ha ha, good joke man

hey is there anything you need to talk about?

Mitch Hedberg: (shakes head sadly, sighs)

Sure, therapy. Absolutely, mutual aid. Certainly, comfort in my favorite things.

But some days - like today, for example! - just deserve a big loud FUCK THIS.

If you’re a Winnipeg Blue Bombers fan, you’ve got to be asking yourself a few questions now:

How can we come up short three years in a row now?

Why does our defense fail in critical moments?

What the hell is a “Blue Bomber?”

Understanding that times of tragedy can produce great works of art, I submit to you Albert Burneko’s Defector.com piece, within which is the finest run-on sentence containing the phrase “dogshit-brained imbecile” ever written.

Breakfast perfection at Redwing Cafe in Rainier Beach

Autumnal glory at Kubota Garden, Seattle

South Seattle does it a little different

Wait so this Tyson/Paul fight is really happening? This isn’t a promo for a 1988 Saturday morning cartoon on ABC?