It’s Friday and we are all working really hard at our jobs and doing our best, but also we’ll be hanging out down here for a while to answer your questions and probably yell about board games with you.
It’s a Friday afternoon in July and literally no one is reading the site. Let’s chat!
What are you up to? We’re not doing much, so let’s hang out here and chat.
It’s Friday and we’re tired after a week spent down in the blog mines, so let’s hang out and chat!
It’s Friday afternoon and we’re working hard because there’s a lot of sports going on, but we’re also here to answer your questions about cannibalism and so on.
We are now joined by Jason Turbow, whose book Dynastic, Bombastic, Fantastic: Reggie, Rollie, Catfish, and Charlie Finley’s Swingin’ A’s came out today. You can read an excerpt from it right here on Deadspin, and you should also check out his previously published book on baseball’s unwritten rules, The Baseball Codes:…
I saw Get Out yesterday afternoon, and then I spent the next eight hours or so thinking and talking about Get Out. The only review of the movie I will offer is this: Go see this goddamn movie as soon as possible, whether or not you like horror flicks. I don’t really want to spend any time reviewing the movie because…
This technically counts as work, so please distract us by asking questions. Let’s yak!
It’s Friday afternoon, and we’re about ready to call it a week. You probably are too, so come hang.
It’s Friday. Nobody’s working. We’re hanging out in the discussion section below, waiting to answer your questions. Come join us!
It’s Friday afternoon. That’s the big window in the living room of the forest cabin that my family and I moved into a little over a week ago. It’s nice. I sit in that chair on the right side and do blogs. I’m sitting in that chair right now!
Hey, we’re about done over here, so come hang out with us for a little while.
It’s a Friday afternoon during the holiday season, so we’re just trying to look busy and we suspect you are too. Come talk shit with us.
A very long time ago, during George W. Bush’s first term as president, Dick Cheney came into the Northern Virginia bookstore where I worked. Just surly old then-Vice President Dick Cheney and maybe a handful of (identifiable, visible) Secret Service dudes, coming into the bookstore on a weekend afternoon and taking…
You know the deal by now. We’ll be in the comments.
The internet is broken, but this website isn’t, nor is our will to answer questions about potential intrastaff desert-island cannibalism. Ask us stuff below.
You know the drill: Instead of you or us doing any work, let’s chat instead. Ask your questions below.
The weekend is imminent, and we don’t feel like doing much more work. You probably don’t either. In that case, come yak with us in the comments!
It’s Friday afternoon and although we’d rather be napping, The Man demands that we work. We’ll be down in the comments answering whatever questions you have.
It’s Friday afternoon and we’re trying to look busy; if you’re trying to look busy, too, we’re hanging out down in the comments below, awaiting your questions.