Top Gun

Curling, because I actually do that weekly.

If you can't comprehend the difference between defending a show from shitty criticism, and letting legitimate criticism ruin your enjoyment of a show, then you should sit this conversation out.

I know exactly what PAX is. The event in Philly, PAX Unplugged, was specifically focused on tabletop gaming and was distinct from a normal PAX.

It's like I mentioned that part in plain English, isn't it?

...does one really need to explain that one's thoughts about a work of fiction are, y'know, one's own opinion on it? Like, I've never been able to wrap my head around people who are super-concerned about other people's opinions of what they like. I'll go to bat in an instant for stuff that I feel is legitimately good and I see as getting a bad rap, but at the end of the day I don't give a shit what they say. Have a bit of self-assurance.

So you're admitting you're a bitch then. Good to see.

Well yeah, chucking it in isn't too bad, but it takes me forever to fold and hang up shit. Hell, most of the time my clean underwear never leaves its basket after I take it out of the dryer. Laundry's one of those shitty repetitive tasks that you know a robot could handle no sweat, like taking out the trash or cutting the lawn or all that other domestic bullshit.

Coors Light is pretty much the most beta beer on the planet.

Gross nothing. Doing laundry is fucking awful. I put it off for as long as humanly possible.

My laundry pile is about to collapse under its own gravitational pull and form a black hole.

Just because one is awful doesn't mean the other one wasn't too.

Not exactly my genre, but I've seen a lot of praise for My Brother's Husband. It's by an author mostly known for bara porn, but it's apparently a really heartfelt story about a Canadian man meeting his deceased Japanese husband's family.

I've taken to playing this in my head every time I read a ben bitchpost:

There was a Philly PAX this year, but it was focused on tabletop gaming, which I have just about zero interest in. Figures.

Hopefully not before getting banned from this one.

It might as well be even if you can read his posts.

You know what, forget it. It's like talking to a fucking tree stump.

I haven't watched anything besides Saturday nights since college, outside of maybe an odd Venture season or two.

Yes. Shit. Happened. Can you even fucking read?

This wasn't a fuck-up. Shit happens. One of the parties involved has a quibble with the terms of a contract, and things have to be re-negotiated. This goes double when you're dealing with the notorious clusterfucks that are anime production committees. Quit sperging out and just fucking deal with it.

You have no fucking idea how the television business works. Maybe try shutting the hell up until you do?

Will you ever get your ass kicked by a middle-schooler? Oh wait, that already happened.

Learn how to fucking read already.

No and no.

If I believed for a second that you actually worked at a school, the fact that you'd be allowed within 50 yards of a child would be a fucking travesty.