Sometimes something just hurts like screaming hell, but after a bit it's not so bad. But, of course, acknowledging that is not nearly so fun as calling a guy a pussy or a drama queen.

Doesn't mean it doesn't hurt.

If it's an act, then you validate it and give it power when you resort to name-calling in response. If it's a genuine reaction to pain, even one that you wouldn't have yourself, your name-calling ends up saying more about you than it does about him.

In, like, half an hour, you won't have to guess anymore. I mean, this post should have gone up two weeks go, not mere minutes before the presentation.

Features, now and then, whatever. Using these other phones that have had the features for "two years" or whatever is like swimming with rocks in your pockets. Anyone who wants to, of course, has the right to swim with rocks in their pockets. More power to you. But let's be honest. A lot of these phones are at least as expensive as the iPhone, and often much more expensive. (I' thinking here of the $750 iPhone killer some guy who said iPhone users were dunces was promoting a few weeks ago, and which was only available in Europe. Heh.

Don't like the iPhone, don't buy it? Don't like marketing? Pitch a hissy out in the woods, where, if you're lucky, you might be able to avoid marketing. Otherwise, good grief, get over yourselves. No one is holding a gun to your head making you buy an iPhone, whatever features you imagine it's ripping off from some previous piece of shit device.

...we didn't have fancy electamacations. We pulled the lever for Ronnie because we knew he single-handedly beat Tojo, Adolf, AND the Reds from the burning deck of the U.S.S. Nimitz, and we didn't put up with no fancy-talking peanut farmers who lusted for womens in their hearts. We did as we told, no matter how stupid it was, and we liked it. We LOVED it!

Badweiser? Get behind me, Satan? Etc. Etc.

The most interesting aspects of the premise are when Banner is NOT the Hulk.

His last few efforts weren't great, but I get the sense that critics rejected them less on their merits than on a "but all the kewl kids bash Shamalamadingdong movies now" vibe. It's as if this is their way to showing off what smartenheimers they are. In the end, I suspect this movie, too, is not as bad as the reviewer pretends, and possibly even enjoyable. I might have trusted the review more, of course, if the reviewer hadn't spent so much time showing off her own snark and blistering cleverness. Oh well. Not everyone can be Heather Havrilesky.

The overwrought letters are even funnier. We had usual suspects brightstar and elephantman pitching their usual hissy fits. We had the "how dare you man bash" hissy fits. We had an earnest letter about who exactly snips the tubes. And so on. Pure, comedy gold.

Speaking as not only a man, but also a father, I have to say just one thing. This article was hilarious, but not nearly as hilarious as your hysteria-laced, put-upon ninny routine. You crack me up, man. Seriously. Keep it coming!

I never would have wished ill of him, and am sympathetic to the loss his friends and family must be feeling.

But I also believe Russert as a journalist was one missed opportunity after another. His documented belief that all conversations were off the record unless specially told otherwise is, by itself, the clearest possible evidence that he considered his status as an insider in the clubby, we-can-do-no-wrong Beltway village more important than pursuing and reporting the truth as a journalist. His unwillingness to ask that last, most important follow-up question is also only too well-known.

In the end, he may have been a really nice guy. He certainly was a really smart guy. But he also never demonstrated any genuine moral courage. He was the rare journalist with the potential power to make a real difference, not by being ideological, but by being tenacious and by asking the questions that needed asking. But given the opportunity to be Walter Cronkite, he chose instead to be the president of the frat.

You explained very clearly and eloquently why I'm no longer a follower of the NBA.

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And the only way to do that is to maintain a false equivalency between racist attacks against Michelle Obama and calls for Cindy McCain to do what, say, we expected Bill Clinton to do as the spouse of a candidate.

"Baby Mama" = "Tax Returns." Surely we can all agree on at least that.

:p

Best non-apology apology EVAR!

This is a Republican you're talking about. Empathy is a four-letter word to these people.

And continue to break the law, the way he's done during the primary season. It's fun and easy when you're a Republican!

I would have thought he'd wait until he was actually president before he capitulated on our fundamental freedoms as a people.