“In the great green-certified room
There was a smartphone
And a silver spoon
And a picture of—
A high-contrast, brain-stimulating black-and-white moon”
What being a graduate student in math has to do with vacuuming cats.
“Immaterial goods turn out to generate equally immaterial income.”
“The telco industry charges more, kilobyte by kilobyte, for sending a text message from your phone to next door than what it costs to send the same message from Mars to Earth.”
Team Romney needed to unskew their own polls.
I’ve seen most of these analogies before, but they’re still funny to read.
The most inclusive holiday carol ever.
North Korea will see your Bigfoot and raise you a unicorn. So there.
Bo Obama in a Santa hat. You’re welcome.
Should so-called “crisis pregnancy centers” get government funding?
The first text message was sent twenty years ago. The first re-sent text message with corrected spelling was sent a minute later.
From the “It’s not crazy, it’s sports” department.
Yeah, film subsidies are particularly out of control.
“It’s really amazing to see political reporters dutifully passing along Republican complaints that President Obama’s opening offer in the fiscal cliff talks is just a recycled version of his old plan, when those same reporters spent the last year dutifully passing along Republican complaints that Obama had no plan.”
Tumblr has a worm in it, if you hadn’t noticed.
More gender-neutral toy advertising, please.
More Ashley Judd for Senate speculation.
Conservatives hate treaties, and they always have.
RIP, Jack Brooks, former Congressman from Beaumont.
RIP, Dave Brubeck, one of the true giants of 20th century music.
How is it even possible the Texas Lege didn’t make this list?
How many of these sounds are you old enough to remember? Sadly, all eleven are familiar to me.
So long, Jim. We won’t miss you. And surely the best person to replace you is obvious.
RIP Hilmar Moore, Mayor of Richmond, TX, for 63 years.
My heart just breaks for Darden Restaurants and its ill-fated attempt to screw its workers in a fit of pique over Obamacare.
New flash: John Cornyn is a lying weasel. I know, I’m as shocked as you are.
Man, if only gas stations still had attendants who needed that bell to alert them to come out and fill the tank, wash the windows, check the tire pressure and collect the payment. And if gas was still just $0.27 a gallon and you got a set of four plastic tumblers with your fill-up.