As someone who has always loved martial arts but hates the phenomenon of people actually beating the hell out of each other for sport, this could easily become my new favorite thing.

Here's your headline: After 30 Years Missing, Suds Buried at Sudbury Landfill

"And there was no sign of the lost colony except for a mysterious word carved in wood: 'Croatoan'."
"Uh huh..."
"What could it mean? Was it an explanation? A warning? An incantation? Nobody knows!"
"It was the name of the nearest Indian tribe."
"NOBODY KNOWS!"

All my life, I've been hearing people say, "You shouldn't care what other people think of you." I've never understood why that is.
You know who's really good at not caring about what other people think? Psychopaths. It seems to me that if you genuinely cultivate a habit of disregarding other people's opinions about your thoughts and actions, then you're just giving yourself a pathway to internally justify all of your behavior, even when you're being an asshole.
That said, the recommendations at this link don't generally seem to be about how to stop caring what other people think. They seem to be more focused on countering a habit of crippling worry about uncertain reactions. But those are two totally different things.
Controlling your anxiety should help you to interact more freely with people. On the other hand, if you take no interest in the outcome of those reactions, I can't understand why you would even want to pursue them at all.

It does seem awfully rare that seafood and cheese appear together. I can think of one exception, though: cat food. And isn't it just unfair that our feline companions should be allowed to indulge that taboo, while we cannot?

This is delightful. However, I think the guy in the safety vest at 2:12 may be obsessive-compulsive. He plays, but there isn't an ounce of joy in his demeanor. It's more like he's thinking, "There is a hopscotch board, so I must jump. It is required."

I hate when people can't differentiate between a plot that "doesn't make sense" and a plot that simply doesn't spell everything out in detail for the viewer. This is the latter. There are surely dozens of viable explanations for how the situation developed into what we see at the beginning of the movie. But it doesn't really matter how we got there, even if your favored explanation is simply that Luke was an incompetent strategist. As long as the events that are actually depicted make some kind of sense, it's not a plot hole or a flaw in storytelling; it's just something that challenges you to either use your imagination or suspend your disbelief.

Another notable fact about Denny's is that their social media accounts are run by crazy people. I've been following them on Twitter ever since they came up in a list of brands with good and bad social social media presence. Denny's was in a class by itself as being indiscernible in terms of quality but un-ignorable. At the time, their banner image consisted of flying skillets shooting laser beams at an X-ray image of a human being. When I first went to their page, the most recent tweet just said "S O U P ? ?"

If I had to hit a couple dozen chisels repeatedly over the course of an hour, there's a roughly 100 percent chance that I'd end up smashing my fist into that giant piece of granite at least once, and probably several times.

It's cut and all, but I think it sends a bad message about the job market when people have to resort to gimmicks in order to so much as have a decent shot at professional employment. I believe these things go viral because people see it as encouraging, as a way of saying to other recent graduates, "Think outside the box." But unfortunately, outside the box is not where most of the jobs lie, and if these things pay off at all, they won't anymore once it just becomes expected that all serious entry-level applicants will do something flashy to get their resume noticed.

This was not worth linking to. The theory does indeed seem like the ravings of a crackpot conspiracist, and Brown's feverish deconstruction of the band's name is the prime example of that. There's no evidence that the submarine facility was the inspiration for the name, other than a verbal similarity to a sometimes-nickname, which could very easily be a coincidence and would in any event be an extremely inaccessible way of referencing Nazi ideology.

To anyone who hasn't read it yet, don't bother unless you want to see how conspiracy theorists and crazy people can connect a random series of dots and convince themselves its a clear picture of nefarious intent.

I like how weird it would make me look, but I fear to think what would happen if I had to make a quick getaway.