This is wonderful: Portraits of people who want artists to work for free. Via Dangerous Minds
…Harbaugh is just like Ravens fans: spoiled brats who harbor the worst inferiority complex on the East Coast; a bunch of purple camo-clad buttholes who keep grudges for so long they have to bequeath them to their surviving loved ones. Their paranoia is a self-fulfilling prophecy because they bitch ENDLESSLY about everything, which in turn compels the rest of the world (officials included) to want them cold and dead in the ground. If I were officiating a Ravens game, I would trip Joe Flacco myself.
Hooray! One of my favorite late-summer happenings is here: Deadspin’s Why Your Team Sucks roundup of the NFL.
“I’d jump his bewns.” Jen and I still quote this to each other.
“That thing is the Citizen Kane of wasted teenage metalness,” says Rick Ballard, who makes a brief appearance as part of a gang yelling curses at the moviemakers.
Heavy Metal Parking Lot is like a live-action recreation of my high school yearbook: the faces, hairstyles, and attitudes are almost identical, even though the accents are pure Dundalk. Previously, previously.
Pretty much what it says on the label: Pets That Are Stuck But Pretending Everything Is Fine
Force Captain Kirk to relive a memorable Star Trek scene over and over again. Enjoy the power of Plato’s stepchildren and see how many slaps you can land on the captain’s face. Swipe left and right with the will of gods to control Jim’s right hand.
Via Dangerous Minds
I fucking hate whingeing rock stars. And I hate pop stars who are just… neh. Just nothing, you know? “Oh, yeah, my last selfie got 47-thousand-million likes on Instagram.” Yeah, why don’t you go fuck off and get a drug habit, you penis?
-The always entertaining Noel Gallagher in Esquire Magazine.
…is when a former coworker who tried to get you fired endorses you for something on LinkedIn. I wasn’t even aware I was connected…