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Concerns are mounting that huge checks in the GOP primary will hurt the party's chances of taking the White House.

You might not think of eSports players as athletes, and you might not think of them as taking part in a high-risk activity. But the fact is that many of them are getting hurt, and they need help.

Marvel’s latest superhero movie, Ant-Man, is very well made. It has some good action and a few really clever bits. There are some funny parts, along with some not-that-funny parts. This movie pretty much gets the job done. But it’s not particularly memorable, or especially amazing.

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While many biomedical 3D printed applications involve surgical models or titanium implants, a team of scientists in China is already taking a biomedical project to the next level. The team has been very successful in 3D printing bones from bone powder and a biological glue and are now ready to enter an animal testing stage.

"Yesterday evening, Gawker.com published a story about the CFO of Conde Nast texting an escort. It was an editorial call, a close call around which there were more internal disagreements than usual. And it is a decision I regret."

Today, expense software company Certify released its lastest data on how business travelers are spending money. Their report found that for the first time, travelers used Uber more than traditional taxis.

Paul Rudd will never age and will never die. We are upset.

Our union drive has expressed at every stage of the process that one of our core goals is to protect the editorial independence of Gawker Media sites from the influence of business-side concerns. Today’s unprecedented breach of the firewall , in which business executives deleted an editorial post over the objections of the entire executive editorial staff, demonstrated exactly why we seek greater protection. Our opinions on the post are not unanimous but we are united in objecting to editorial decisions being made by a majority of non-editorial managers. Disagreements about editorial judgment are matters to be resolved by editorial employees. We condemn the takedown in the strongest possible terms.

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In which Panelteers draw beatonna‘s fat pony. It’s Fat Pony Friday!

it’s fun to draw, true!

Happy Friday! Here are some of our favorites, and be sure to ride for yours in the comments below.

New Orleans Hamburger & Seafood Co., by Elena Bergeron

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I get asked for recommendations when people visit my hometown of New Orleans. All good. There's a lot to be consumed, and when folks visit, high on their list of objectives is an "authentic" experience.

The thing about that is, regardless of what Treme would have you believe, many native New Orleanians wake up, go to work, pick up kids from daycare and grab something quick on their way home. So, what I don't tell them is that very frequently, I end up stopping at the drive-thru of a New Orleans and Hamburger & Seafood Co., which are inevitably on major roadways and have mostly clean, fast-casual dining rooms. They look like colorful Boston Markets.

This being New Orleans, though, the menu of "stuff you'd cook at home if you weren't so dang busy" is much more serviceable than fast food should be. The fried oyster po' boy isn't the best, but it's good enough for a Tuesday night in New Orleans, which makes it a dish I'd happily pay $25 for in New York.

You can get fried catfish platters in your choice of thin or thick filets, $5 crawfish queso and a "Cool Brees" cocktail, then go home and laugh at the accents on NCIS: New Orleans.

Cook-Out, by Spencer Hall

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Cook-Out is the only restaurant where you can order a corndog to go with your sandwich.

That is my primary pitch to someone unconvinced of Cook-Out's essential greatness as a vision of realized human potential. Nowhere else considered breaking the century-old monopoly fried starches and non-nutritive vegetables held on side dishes. It took the state that was First in Flight to break that barrier, and they did it with battered pork tubes and fried, reconstituted chicken netherparts. They didn't just break that roadblock. They roared through it with the accelerator mashed to the floor.

My second pitch: Cook-Out costs nothing. A tray, their combo featuring the possibility of corndogs with your sandwich and the possible upgrade to a shake (or even a "fancy shake") starts at $4.25. I have eaten meals during which I was given money for eating there. This is only sentimentally real, and factors in none of the long-term effects of eating over a thousand calories in a sitting. But that's what it feels like, particularly if your bloated carcass gets to the bottom of the fresh watermelon shake you made a delicious mistake in ordering. There's nothing better than giving children cheap food for their terrible palates and knowing that you paid nothing to give them what they want.

My third: it's exactly as good as it should be. Get a bad meal at Chick-fil-A, and you feel the red-assed anger of someone who paid just slightly too much for fast food. Pay a premium for one of Hardee's deathburgers, and any disappointment is multiplied by the price you ponied up for it. Cook-Out promises little. The chicken sandwich will be okay, the fries reasonably hot and the onion rings will make no attempt at artisanality. It is exactly $4.25 worth of pretty okay food, delivered in punishing portions. Even if it's bad, you still got more than you paid for.

My fourth: Cheerwine floats, for those of us who like our diabetes to come in the door wearing a warning vest, 15 years too early.

Culver's, by Satchel Price

Culver's is the fast food chain that's always asked the hard questions. Questions like, "Does adding butter to a cheeseburger make it better?" and "Why doesn't anyone sell deep-fried cheese balls?"

The only people who don't think these are good ideas are people who haven't been on a road trip through Wisconsin. I want my fast food chain to aspire to be something greater, to believe that cheeseburgers and milkshakes can become even more delicious and unhealthy.

Butter up that bun! Add eggs to that custard! FRY UP THOSE CHEESE BALLS. You might think it's all a bit much, but, well, you'd be wrong. Culver's is the fast food of dreamers.

Braum's, by Ryan Van Bibber

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Braum's makes delicious ice cream. I'm sure there's a more eloquent way to say that, but that's just wasting your time writing instead of eating. Unless you live within 300 miles of the Braum dairy farm, somewhere in Oklahoma, you probably haven't had it.

They make it themselves, using milk that comes from cows that haven't been pumped full of antibiotics and growth hormones, instead grazing aimlessly on the prairie's bounty.

By limiting locations to a 300-mile radius, the ice cream is fresh; it's frozen fast, which contributes to its flawless texture. Proximity also means a constant churn of new flavors.

It also happens to be reasonably priced. You can buy yourself and a friend a cone for a grand total of about $3. I firmly believe that good ice cream should be accessible to everyone.

White Castle, by Sam Eggleston

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As a member of the White Castle Cravers Hall of Fame (Class of 2008!), I would be remiss not to mention those scrumptious little Sliders they make are the single greatest fast food achievement mankind has ever known.

Despite the menu being chock full of great items (Chicken Rings! Savory Grilled Chicken Slider!), you only need to focus on the original. Introduced in 1921, the Slider has remained amazing for more than nine decades. Steamed bun, two slices of pickle, extra grilled onions and a 2x2-inch steam-grilled 100 percent beef patty. That's all you need to know what amazing tastes like. Get yourself a Crave Case and thank me later.

Being sad at McDonald's, by Louis Bien

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In college I was dumped by a girl I liked very much. She was very polite. I couldn't be mad. I left her apartment and moped home at about 11 at night.

I wasn't hungry, but McDonald's was just a few blocks from my house, and it seemed like a sad place for my sad self to go. As I walked home, rain began to pour. Stuck between shelter, I ran into a lot that had a few empty semi trucks and hopped onto a loading dock that was poorly covered. I began eating my quarter pounder and fries, sitting half out of the rain.

McDonald's pretensions of humanity end at its ad campaigns. The food and restaurants, conversely, are unpretentious. McDonald's kitchen is open. It's not hiding the fact that it's giving you scarfable food quickly at as little cost as possible to itself.

Once McDonald's gets what it wants, it leaves you the hell alone.

Shake Shack, by Jason Kirk

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One fun thing about traveling America: trashing on beloved regional burger joints. Not even calling them bad, but calling them fine.

In-N-Out is fine. Whataburger is fine. I think Five Guys is great, but if you're not from where I'm from, you can come here and call it fine. It will hurt my feelings, but you have that power and should use it.

Shake Shack is not fine. Shake Shack is wonderful. The burger is a juicy delight each time, nothing stupid goes on it, and these crinkle fries are the world's best crinkle fries, fit to be pitted against any fry of any other shape. And you can drink cold peanut butter.

My friend, you can drink cold peanut butter.

Little Caesars (!?), by Kevin McCauley

Ask any group of people what the worst chain in America is, and someone will answer Little Caesars. Little Caesars serves literal garbage. They've also never promised you anything more than that.

Think about what they're selling you: a large pizza for $5. For $1.25 apiece, you and three friends can make your stomachs stop grumbling for four hours. You could accomplish the same by purchasing a bag of instant concrete, but it would be more expensive.

The fact that a restaurant has found a way to manufacture a brick of extremely dense chemicals and animal byproducts that resembles food, completely fills you up, and produces enough of a profit margin to pay rent on storefronts for such a minuscule price is nothing short of remarkable.

Other fast food outlets try to practice deception, but not Little Caesars. For that, they should be spared ridicule.

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Phobos silhouetted against the Martian surface. Photo from the Mars Orbiter Mission spacecraft

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I LEARNED RECENTLY THAT PLATO WON THE GOLD MEDAL IN THE OLYMPICS FOR WRESTLING THREE TIMES. THIS PUTS A NEW PERSPECTIVE ON THINGS. I ALWAYS IMAGINED PLATO TO BE FRAIL AND MISSHAPEN BUT HE MUST HAVE BEEN FRICKEN RIPPED. I WONDER IF ARISTOTLE EVER FELT ANXIETY ABOUT GETTING PHYSICALLY (I.E. NOT JUST METAPHYSICALLY) DISMANTLED BY PLATO. PLATO WAS PROBABLY PISSED OFF BY AT LEAST A HANDFUL OF QUESTIONS ARISTOTLE ASKED HIM. ARISTOTLE WAS A LITERAL GENIUS TOO. IMAGINE PLATO LECTURING AND WRITING ON A BLACKBOARD AND ARISTOTLE THROWING A COMMENT OUT THERE ABOUT SOME COMPLEX MISSTEP IN PLATO’S LOGIC AND PLATO’S CHALK JUST SNAPS AND ARISTOTLE’S TESTICLES SUCK WAY BACK UP TO WHERE THEY DROPPED FROM, THEN PLATO WITH APE-LIKE AGILITY APPEARS BESIDE ARISTOTLE SITTING AT HIS DESK AND HE PICKS HIM UP AND SUPLEXES HIS MACEDONIAN ASS.

Plato’s name was Aristocles. Plato was a nickname given to him by his wrestling coach. It means broad.

The latest two full-frame images of Pluto and Charon were collected separately by New Horizons during approach on July 13 and July 14, 2015. The relative reflectivity, size, separation, and orientations of Pluto and Charon are approximated in this composite image, and they are shown in approximate true color.

This figure shows the locations of the sunset and sunrise solar occultations observed by the Alice instrument on the New Horizons spacecraft. The sunset occultation occurred just south of the heart region of Pluto, from a range of 30,120 miles (48,200 km), while the sunrise occurred just north of the "whale tail", from a range of 35,650 miles (57,000 km).

Peering closely at the heart of Pluto, in the western half of what mission scientists have informally named Tombaugh Regio (Tombaugh Region), New Horizons Ralph instrument revealed evidence of carbon monoxide ice. The contours indicate that the concentration of frozen carbon monoxide increases towards the center of the bulls eye. These data were acquired by the spacecraft on July 14 and transmitted to Earth on July 16.

This annotated view of a portion of Plutos Sputnik Planum (Sputnik Plain), named for Earths first artificial satellite, shows an array of enigmatic features. The surface appears to be divided into irregularly shaped segments that are ringed by narrow troughs, some of which contain darker materials. Features that appear to be groups of mounds and fields of small pits are also visible. This image was acquired by the Long Range Reconnaissance Imager (LORRI) on July 14 from a distance of 48,000 miles (77,000 kilometers). Features as small as a half-mile (1 kilometer) across are visible. The blocky appearance of some features is due to compression of the image.