Paul Ryan and Donald Trump have finally made up. Sort of.
Stress and sleep deprivation get it on and give birth to a little baby Depression.
The changing seasons around here bring some bizarre weather that I'm honestly surprised isn't preluded by trumpets and galloping.
Nintendo seems to be misunderstanding why people play mobile games in the first place.
Let me say right off the bat that I don't have anything against the actual improv groups. But their group photos make them so, so punchable.
I can't even do something simple like log onto Twitter without getting that same feeling of dread that I got as an ignorant third grader way back in 1982.
Every generation has a new fight, and every time, the older generation thinks it's garbage.
I've watched hundreds of acts over the years, and one frightening thing I've noticed is that no matter what country has talent, all of these shows desperately want to film someone's death on stage.
Life has been good, but it didn't get that way until I learned some pretty important lessons that I should have learned when I was still in high school.