Oh, just a regular Thursday, watching markets sink, all because two man-babies who would fuck up PB&J assembly have all the money and power the rest of us could put to better use.

Clippers and Sixers franchises out there licking their chops at their prospective 2031 NBA Finals meeting now that the other teams to give up on Paul George are meeting this year.

A game away from Pacers vs. Thunder? Somebody better do a wellness check on Paul George.

Playing through Ghost of Tsushima for a second time really makes me wish Jin would tell Ishikawa, "You know, buddy, maybe the students aren't the problem here. Quit disappointing us."

If I were an NBA superstar getting warnings about 'finger gun' gestures, I'd be eager to make another 3 so I could see what the Association thinks of the Shocker.

If climate change is going to extinctify coffee and chocolate someday, please tell me it's going to complete the trifecta and take cocaine with them, too. If we can't have nice things, then let's at least unburden ourselves of cartels and the CIA to balance the scales.

Science can tell us that sitting for more than 8 hours a day is bad for our long-term health, but what about lying languidly abed for endless days, shoveling bon-bons down my gullet? What then, Science?

(Yes, also bad.)

The plot of the new #CaptainAmerica movie is ludicrous. No one is gonna believe that the President of the United States could behave like an unrepentant, drug-addicted monster and that the world would unify to say, "Nope, we've had enough of your shit."