Contentious C

There's a girl working at a local Chick Fil-A who looks an awful lot like Carter Cruise (WARNING: if you don't know who that is, assume the worst, or, more fittingly, the filthiest). It's... disconcerting.

Well, yeah, she's one (at minimum; the theory of "it's the whole town" is compelling), but I figure the Manhunters have had help from the top.

Have any of the American cohort tried Target's generic-brand protein powder options? It's by far the cheapest thing I've found lately (<$12 per pound for the 5-lb tub) but it's also full of maltodextrin for some bound-to-be-stupid reason, so it has carbs that it shouldn't. I tried Walmart's Equate line for the vanilla, since that was all I could get, and the vanilla was surprisingly good. It's also not too far off in price per pound, so unless I heard something worthwhile about the Target variety, I think I'd just keep getting the ones from Wally World.

It's understandable. I'll never do anything other than despise the 'sit on the dragon hoard' mentality of any of these motherfuckers either, players or owners, which is why I was hoping Kawhi would get a suspension and his contract voided (though TBF the Association likely didn't to that just to avoid the ensuing NBPA fight).

And the Four-Letter Word is out there calling this "staggering" and "extremely severe". Fuck off with that.

The scene with just the dad and brothers from a prior episode had me thinking that was going to end poorly.

Too bad we don't have the equivalent of blue pool dye to mark it.

So, following my own personal rule that every thriller investigation reveals its killer by the 30-40% complete mark, does that mean Laura Linney's Guardian is in cahoots with the Manhunters?

I'll just say what I have before and argue that bad movies are worthwhile as a type of palate cleanser, to remind you of the many, many things that have to go right to make something great. If seeing something terrible informs you about why it failed and something else didn't, then it's not a total loss. And The Crow: Wicked Prayer is still the worst movie ever made, anyway.

I actually signed up for Planet Fitness, of all things. My shoulder has enough arthritis damage that I doubt I can ever lift as seriously as I did years ago - I can't actually lift it over my head and try to do something functional, if today was any indication - but it's so much less bothersome than it was that it was time to do something about the rest of me being pathetically out of shape. Plus the Black Card thing is nice enough if I do any sort of day trips or traveling, because the extra shower locations are appreciated. Guess I'll find out in the morning how bad today went and hit it again Wednesday.

Calling it now, hope I'm wrong just because getting it that right so early is boring, but Pulling the guy from Banshee for this is kind of a deep cut, too, relatively speaking.

I don't think you really have to pay 8x what DeRozan makes to get DeRozan's level of playoff failure.

Hayden Panettiere. Jesus fuck. Fame is not kind.

This really is just True Detective with DC characters, isn't it? I'm good with that.

Kinda wild that the special PS5 ad for Lanterns featured nothing but Marvel properties.