Jake and Bey arguing who gets to draft Teletovic first in their fantasy basketball league next season
This Knicks “One Shining Moment” montage by @World_Wide_Wob is perfection.
Fort-y Days & Fort-y Nights Video Blog #1
Here we go.
All “pressure can create diamonds” aside. CLE is soups cool. CLEVELAND AGAINST THE WORLD
Photo Credit: Breaking Bad/AMC Flickr
How to talk to your parents about Breaking Bad…
The first time I saw Breaking Bad, it was at a Epic Burger in Chicago’s South Loop. I was walking my mind through the necessary “I don’t know what to get considerations” to justify the inevitable bacon-cheese-egg-over-easy burger. As I “decided,” I watched a familiar actor that I couldn’t quite place, pacing frantically in a culdesac with some kind of escaped, bound, unconscious man. After sitting down to eat with friends, I periodically glanced back at the muted TV to figure out what exactly this show was, especially after I saw a bloodied, acid-washed corpse fall through the ceiling.
This was before Hulu, before Netflix Instant, before TB marathons. (maybe JUST before…)
Now, I am alarmed by how fast this show’s audience has grown in the past two years. It is watched by almost everyone I know. (And, yes, it is also destroying me week by week.)
But there are some people, namely my parents, that have no idea what this show is. And when I find time to not think about Walt and what he has done, I think about how I might tell my parents about Breaking Bad.
Here is how I think it might go down:
My dad would call on a upcoming Sunday as he normally does. I would have just finished watching the series finale and find myself in uncontrollable sadness. I’d try to give him my usual account of how my week went, how I love my job, the activities I did with friends this weekend, how terrible the Browns are. But as we are about to say sign off and say goodbye he could no longer hold back his concern…
Everything all right, Dan?
Yeah. Yeah. Just tired.
OK, you sure?
Yeah. I’m sorry. I. I. I just over-empathizing with a cancer-ridden chemistry teacher turned drug lord.
Well, have a good night. Love you.
Love you too.
And I mean, that inevitably is how the conversation would go in any way that I could put it. Maybe he’d ask about it after watching a Emmy’s broadcast. Or perhaps after a dinner party with some art-loving empty-nest HBOwtime-watching friends.
(As of March 1, they still have no idea).
Random drafts you decide to publish like 4 months late.
The Kroll Show : The Legend of Young Larry Bird
Still one of the funniest tweets of all time.