A year ago today, KSK Smelled Us Later, Forever. It's hard to think it's been so long, or even so short sometimes, but I know that many of us feel that we owe the good folks who Made U-----X Great Before a debt of some kind. We've heard from Ape,
Month: July 2016
Soft Ride to Somewhere (A Tribute to The Dick Joke Pioneers)
EXT. SUBURBAN BACKYARD - DAY Open on a scene of a backyard barbecue. It's a bright, sunny day. The weather and foliage suggests somewhere in one of the Mid-Atlantic states. Maryland, or possibly Northern Virginia. The mouth-watering smell of charcoal and grilled meat fills the air. Three middle-aged gentlemen stand in
Balls of Steel’s AFL Beat – Round 19
This Round was unofficially deemed the round of the milestones since several players were either breaking records having to do with the number of games played or were playing in a game number that is easily divisible by 50. Details on that, the updated finals picture, my flirtation with perfection, and
One Year On: An Interview With Christmas Ape
Your “It’s 451 Degrees Fahrenheit* Up In Here!” Saturday Afternoon/Evening Open Thread
Sunday Gravy with yeah right: Grilled Korean Style Ribs and Homemade Egg Rolls.
Your “HOT DAMN! IT’S FRIDAY!” Friday Open Thread
Battlebots Recap: Episode 5
Request Line: Damaged Goods (Allegedly)
Mike Tyson is inside a radio studio, alone. His producer is behind the glass. MIKE TYSON: *looking at the glass* Turn that thermostat up. Damn! PRODUCER: *mouthing words, gesticulating to his head* MIKE TYSON: Speak up! What? *grunts, puts earphones on* PRODUCER: ...to 78, Champ. Oh, he’s here. JJ Watt walks slowly towards the producer,
Hard Ride To Nowhere (Chapter 41)
The scene: The launch pad on the Island of Professor Po, where Doktor Zymm, Yeah Right, King Hippo and Steve the Ninja all await takeoff in their rocket. Doktor Zymm (into the microphone): Mission control, start the countdown. Mission Control (via the radio): Affirmative. Starting countdown at five minutes. Doktor Zymm (into the
