“A question to my fellow male nerds: What the fuck is wrong with us?”
Here is Ennio Morricone, among other things, doing his impression of the coyote howl from The Good, the Bad and the Ugly.
Carve out some time in your day for this incredible Ian Parker profile of Edward St. Aubyn, and the horrific past he’s turned into great literature.
“I outright refuse to answer climate questions, it is an issue fraught with too many traps. Could be career limiting.” The Canadian government would prefer if Environment Canada’s weather forecasters didn’t talk about climate change in public.
Let’s just do Slate one better and ban days.
Look, Shel Silverstein probably read Playboy for the cartoons. That's not bad, right?
Change your default dictionary settings. Love words.
Cord Jefferson, folks.
Google has made some teeny tiny itsy bitsy barely noticeable changes to its logo.
"Salvation will not come like a thief in the night. It will come on the back of a fucking motorcycle, driven right through the doors of the local hospital and into the waiting room." Oh, press photos: never change.
Solange's digital sales have increased 233% since the elevator scuffle, alongside hopes that Rachel Roy is still a great pal.
Tell Boston to erect a Donna Summer statue (and Massachusetts to adopt "Roadrunner" as its anthem).
What did Macaulay Culkin ever do to you besides give you yuks and delight?
The Root's summer reading recommendations.
Worthless Scum: "Game Saves Lives."
