BECAUSE YOU NEED ANOTHER REASON TO HATE WALMART FUCK THIS SHIT
The 7 Line Army in the second inning of a baseball game between the Houston Astros and New York Mets at Citi Field in New York, Sunday, September 28, 2014. (Gordon Donovan)
Love The 7Line Army!
Author John Scalzi was on a roll this morning (currently 7:14 AM, 26 Sept. 2014) with a tweet he found from some guy sending out an “ultimatum” to women to “make a choice” between feminism and, well, men like him. So Scalzi launched into a truly magnificent set of scorchers, which I’m posting here for the delectation of people everywhere.
Also: I would like to thank that guy for setting the ultimatum. It makes finding a boyfriend so much easier when the undesirable ones wear a placard identifying themselves.
I checked off a weird baseball bucket list item as I went to Citi Field today for the last day of the MLB regular season. It’s weird because, even when your team is out of it, that last game seems fun. Like, “Fuck man, we won’t see them play another meaningful game for 6 friggen months. Let’s just go and watch some damn ball.” With Bobby Abreu retiring and Lucas Duda getting HR #30 (something I NEVER expected from him), there was a lot to celebrate at the old (new) ball yard.
It got me thinking about what made this season so interesting all over the game, and what the future holds for it.
assuming i exist, i may or may not have eaten the entire bucket of fried chicken
It’s been a while since a dino comic got me laughing. But this was fantastic.