Worst portrait of Michael Jackson EVER. – from Instagram


Worst portrait of Michael Jackson EVER. - from Instagram

Worst portrait of Michael Jackson EVER.

"Cold Sun"? WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE EVERYBODY PANIC #GottaListenToLonnie #FashionablyLateMayanApocalypse – from Instagram


"Cold Sun"? WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE EVERYBODY PANIC #GottaListenToLonnie #FashionablyLateMayanApocalypse - from Instagram

"Cold Sun"? WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE EVERYBODY PANIC #GottaListenToLonnie #FashionablyLateMayanApocalypse

Dogs: Not So Colorblind!

Oddly, this week has been a big one for conversations regarding dog colorblindness for me — because there’s a conversation you’re likely to have more than once a month, amirite?! — so I figured I’d drop this here for easy reference the next time it comes up, which will probably be in the next 20 minutes or so.

I don't know why anyone would throw away such a high-quality #WolfLamp. – from Instagram


I don't know why anyone would throw away such a high-quality #WolfLamp. - from Instagram

I don't know why anyone would throw away such a high-quality #WolfLamp.

Sexy pajamas, or SEXIEST pajamas? – from Instagram


Sexy pajamas, or SEXIEST pajamas? - from Instagram

Sexy pajamas, or SEXIEST pajamas?

The Elf on the Shelf is a real bastard, you guys.

The Canadian Centre for Policy Alternatives believes the Elf on the Shelf is an excellent way to get your kids ready for the 1984-esque surveillance state we’re heading toward:

What is troubling is what The Elf on the Shelf represents and normalizes: anecdotal evidence reveals that children perform an identity that is not only for caretakers, but for an external authority (The Elf on the Shelf), similar to the dynamic between citizen and authority in the context of the surveillance state. Further to this, The Elf on the Shelf website offers teacher resources, integrating into both home and school not only the brand but also tacit acceptance of being monitored and always being on one’s best behaviour–without question.

The Elf on the Shelf
“If you don’t have anything to hide, you don’t have anything to worry about, kids! Teehee!”

And The Winner Isn’t…

Transformers 3: Not Best Picture

Transformers: Age of Extinction wasn’t bad, but Best Picture? HAHAHAHAHAHAH No.

via iO9

Arby’s: We Have Pepsi

I would have thought an ad for Arby’s, whose sandwiches I find about as appealing as being hit in the junk with a croquet mallet, and Pepsi, whose cola I think is about as tasty as malted paint thinner, wouldn’t be something I would give a crap about. And yet here we are.

On Being a Black Male, Six Feet Four Inches Tall, in America in 2014

W. Kamau Bell On Being a Black Male, Six Feet Four Inches Tall, in America in 2014:

I am afraid of the cops. Absolutely petrified of the cops. Now understand, I’ve never been arrested or held for questioning. I’ve never been told that I “fit the description.” But that doesn’t change a thing. I am afraid of cops the way that spiders are afraid of boots. You’re walking along, minding your own business, and SQUISH! You are dead.

Simply put, I am afraid of the cops because I am black. To raise the stakes even further, I am male. And to go all in on this pot of fear, I am six foot four, and weigh 250 pounds. Michael Brown, the unarmed Missouri 18-year-old shot dead by police this summer, was also six foot four. Depending on your perspective, I could be described as a “gentle giant,” the way that teachers described Brown. Or I could be described as a “demon,” the way that Officer Darren Wilson described Michael Brown in his grand-jury testimony.

It’s informative and infuriating. That this is a thing that anyone should have to deal with pisses me off to no end.