Today, my youngest son — the “Ted” half of Bill & Ted — turned 3. Happy birthday to this future shitlord, who shows all signs of becoming a cis-hetero white male. If he chooses to identify as something else, he’ll always be my little T. Wrecks. And, its Friday people. Let’s all get wreck’d.

 

This Paul Manafort trial is a fucking circus. As some people like to point out, the process IS the punishment

Canada is going to fall out of favor with the gun control lobby if these mass shootings keep happening.

Lots and lots (and lots!) of caveats, but The Verge dares pose the question — is there actually any proof that nicotine alone in a moderate dose is in any way harmful.

And withdrawing from nicotine is awful: “Anxiety, depression, irritability, hunger, weight gain — all of those are symptoms of nicotine withdrawal, which are unpleasant. So that sums it up,” Leventhal says.

These people have never seen some of my coworkers suffering acute caffeine withdrawal.

Red Tide creeping up towards me. Turrists unphased. Around here, if there aren’t a bunch of dead fish and it doesn’t smell like a whore’s crotch at the end of her shift, its okay to go in the water.

Alright, y’all. Let’s get it on! Happy weekend.

I watched that video and had to wonder — what happened to the bongos player in T. Rex after Mark Bolan died? Can you imagine interviewing him to join the next band. “Right then, what do you do?” “Well, I play the bongos and sing the high parts.”