Each and every one of those fuckers looks like they're in a retail store about to demand to speak to someone's manager.

It's an Ethernet port. For some reason Apple decided <···> is the glyph to use for that.

Bob's Burgers doesn't really do MacFarlane-style "LOL we're a cartoon" meta stuff.

Oh, you're one of those shills for the shoe-leather industry! 😜

One can also undo the curse of reposting text as a screengrabbed image file.

Support local bands. Go to their shows. Tell them they suck to their face. Unplug the bassist's instrument cable. Demand free merch after. Get drunk as fuck in the parking lot. Fight their drummer. Support. Local. Bands.

Wherever you are!

If you hate everyone, have a snack. If everyone hates you, have a nap.

This site isn't Instagram.

Urban Dictionary from 2007 disagrees.

I don't know.

In the beginning of 12 Angry Men everything is shot from above eye-level with wide-angle lenses, giving everything the feel of more space, but as the film progresses it transitions to tighter shots with telephoto lenses from lower angles. The film gives the viewer more and more of a subconscious sense of tension and claustrophobia as the story progresses.

At least one stage adaptation of the story gave a similar effect over the course of the show by slowly tightening the lighting and having the walls of the set physically move inward, too slow for the audience to take notice but enough to subtly affect the entire atmosphere and really drive that feeling home.

No matter what else they ever do, the greatest artistic achievement of DreamWorks will always be naming their villain "Fuckwad" with the spelling tweaked just enough to sneak past not only the censors, but multiple generations of oblivious family-film-going parents.

When balut.

Just flush its cache regularly.

This was from a webcomic from around ten(?) years ago called "Pictures In Boxes." It was at PicturesInBoxes.com but the site is gone, the Web Archive coverage is spotty, and I haven't been able to track down the specific URL for this one.

Just the other day I saw a Tesla with a bumper sticker stating "I bought this before Elon went crazy."

Time for some traditional Moldovan epic victory music!

I'm pretty sure that's the telephone number of a flat in Islington where I once went to a party...

I've a few fun stories.

I spent some years around the turn of the century running a video arcade in a shopping mall. (Kids, ask your parents what both of those were.) Kids regularly got themselves kicked out for violence, whether toward the machines (sometimes hard enough to chip paintwork) or against each other (always fun when a round of Street Fighter results in a round of Regular Fighter.) I once banned a kid who had stolen a roll of prize tickets behind my back while I was reloading a machine's ticket supply, and very intelligently tried to come back the next day to buy prizes with the still-intact unused roll. I once got a family banned from the entire mall because they decided to leave a scared toddler - maybe five years old, no ability to play the games or money to spend on them, and no discernible ability to communicate in English - alone in the arcade - a dark, crowded, and noisy place with its own open door leading directly to the parking lot - while they went off to do their shopping in the rest of the mall. The kid was turned over to mall security who got the cops involved.

More recently I worked for some years in a 3D-print-to-order factory which I'll call "Shapeways," for that was its name. Custom tabletop RPG dice sets were popular items; considerably more expensive than getting a standard set from the local hobby shop, but available in all sorts of bespoke designs in cool materials. One customer was apparently so dissatisfied with their dice order that they not only sent a bunch of Chaotic Evil emails and phone calls about it, but included direct threats to go down to the factory personally to teach us some sort of lesson. This resulted in their account being shut down, authorities getting involved, and the factory hiring an armed security guard for a few months over a set of dice which could simply have been reprinted or refunded. (Shapeways has since shut down, but as far as I know it was not over unsatisfactorily-printed dice.)

There's definitely something extra sad about the idea of a guy who's too much of a drug doer to be allowed in the shop specifically for drug doers.