On Thursday, May 4th, Hubble dropped a “cute” press release comparing a new image of a galaxy cluster to the Marvel movie Guardians of the Galaxy: Vol. 2. It was a timely yet mega-dad corny way to make the image of the galaxy cluster Abell 370 seem relevant. While there’s literally no connection between the James Gunn…
Movie theaters are struggling to compete with incredibly convenient streaming services and affordable home theater systems. Various new gimmicks have been brought in to spice up the experience like 3D, luxury seating, and rumble chairs. But no desperate innovation has been as soul-destroying as this:
On Sunday, we learned Donald Trump eats his steak well-done with ketchup. If you’ve ever eaten steak—in Trump’s case, an expensive, tender piece of New York strip—you probably know that well-done with ketchup is simply not the way to go. The president should give medium-rare a try, not only for the sake of his palate,…
A) 100 percent this exists because of the Julie Mao/Julie Meow and “recat” puns; B) There’s like a billion plot points missing because The Expanse is big and a slow-burn mystery for most of season one; C) Please never imply that I’m watching cats have sex in zero gravity again.
No one wants a Furby movie. Even when the things were actually popular (back in 1998), kids didn’t want to watch other Furbys. No one is invested in the mythos behind Furbys. And wow is that somehow even more true today.
Noted gadget-liker Will.i.am has yet another new product for us: Bluetooth headphones with a preposterous name.
Looking to hone your fake wizarding skills? Then you might want to enroll in this Harry Potter fan-created magic school in France. Or you could just go on a vacation in France like a normal person. Yeah, do that instead. Do not spend however much money this is going to cost.
Have you heard about the latest craze to set fire to the internet? No, it’s not Ken Bone’s tomato-colored sweater, or Donald J. Trump’s “locker room talk,” or the actually flammable Galaxy Note 7. This furor is much dumber.
While the name MSPaint may conjure visions of crude penis drawings in primary colors, Microsoft wants you to think of something new—crude 3D renderings of Nemo.
If you pronounce “Mufgel” one way, with a soft g, it sounds like the name of a failed Kickstarter project to treat vaginal dysfunction. If you pronounce it the other way, with a hard g, it sounds like a rejected creature from the Harry Potter universe that J.K. Rowling woke up to and thought, “Wow, I’m never snorting…
Look at the dog-hand. Look at it.
Hello, young person! Do you want to get lit on a Monday night at the “exclusive after party” thrown by Microsoft? You’re in luck!
It’s called A Midsummer’s Nightmare and I think we can all agree that TV was a noble experiment, but it’s over now.
No. I don’t care that it’s based on a 2013 book called Still Star-Crossed. (Sidenote, though: Ugh, really?). I don’t care that it’s coming from Shonda Rhimes and Shondaland. I don’t care about anything other than that this? SHALL NOT STAND.
This isn’t a riddle. I swear to god, I need someone to give me the reason that the Boston Red Sox are having a Star Trek night.
Poor Adobe. Along with everyone pre-eulogizing Flash, the only other property of theirs you can name—Photoshop—is in danger. Intellectual property danger.