You can put down a book or turn off a movie, but you can't escape the news. It's on every TV, gas station kiosk, and Windows search bar in the country.

This isn't a LinkedIn lunatic. This is about as sane as one can behave on LinkedIn without deleting it.

And you know what's really frightening? If you drink enough of it, you begin to like it

You and your lizard are awesome. He looks like a little alien—I'm glad E.T. found home.

During COVID, I went a bit mad and got really into collecting Transformers action figures. I'm still not entirely sure why. One day I just bought one on a whim, and before I knew it my closet was full of unopened, mint condition toy robots.

Anyway, Christmas rolls around and I see a flyer for a local toy drive. A sudden compulsion hit me, so I loaded up my entire stash and donated the lot. Just like that, the spell was broken. Not even Soundwave was spared.

To this day, nobody in my life knows that I spent thousands of dollars on plastic crack, only to foist my addiction on some poor, unsuspecting kids. I like to imagine the War for Cybertron rages on in their hearts.

Destroys the scurvy

LinkedIn reminds me of that scene in Men in Black where they discover a weird little society living inside a locker. But instead of a locker, it's a job board.

I doubt whatever he did could possibly be worse than wasting so much coloured ink

Their source is a reporter at Giant Bomb? GameSpot and Giant Bomb are owned by the same company.

Don't get me wrong, I don't have much faith in this remake, but citing the opinion of a guy who works for your sister company doesn't seem like proper journalism.

Um, ackshually, Tolkien makes no distinction between orcs and goblins, and Uruk-hai just means "Orc-folk" in Black Speech.