This is reminding me of a story told in Ken Burns’ The War about Christmas dinner served to troops in Europe in 1944 that consisted of roast beef, reconstituted vegetables, and mashed potatoes, and then the entire plate was covered with a large scoop of chocolate pudding. Apparently it was delicious

This is the slogan Dems should adopt to describe Trump’s policies.

Is anyone at io9 going to fix the 83 million and not billion error? My kingdom for a fucking proofreader.

I was a seat-filler for Stephanie Miner’s inauguration that took place in Clinton Square during a whiteout blizzard and got a free ticket to the inaugural ball where I drank something strong and blue that came out the ass of plane made of ice. Syracuse, you guys.

I have to believe they’re tailored, because Italy.

I was in Italy last year and had to stop someone and ask what the deal with with cops in Italy is because they all just look like models.

Italy, but they haven’t qualified yet and will have to qualify through the UEFA playoffs.

Honestly, a great song for a local candidate karaoke fundraiser but not much else.

I never knew I wanted to sled by torchlight so much

I always felt DT's "I can shoot someone on 5th Ave" was a glimpse into his psychopathy - a compulsion to see how far he can go, what he can get away with.
And yes, we're in a game of chicken, and simultaneously living in real time production of "The Emperor Has No Clothes."

Throw it in a blender.

This is also my team name at bar trivia tonight

Olivia Nuzzi is a Wes Anderson character who escaped into our reality

I had kalimotxo in Pamplona and god damn is it better than it has any right to be

“INDIVIDUAL 1 is known to to have met with Mr. Epstein at INDIVIDUAL 1 Tower and then flew with him from New York to Miami aboard INDIVIDUAL 1 Force One. Mr. Epstein was then his guest at INDIVIDUAL 1 National Doral Miami.”

What was the biography you listened to?

I worked with Steve about 25 years ago. He was an absolutely amazing musician and an even better man. I saw him a few weeks ago knowing it would probably be for the last time. I’m so glad I did. I miss you, Dr Johnny Fever. I miss you, Steve.