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A little cayenne pepper and a couple of splashes of tamari.

I really like that sentence, but the pedantic, editing asshat in me wants to say, “Lay not laid,” and “woke would probably get the job done for ya.” Sorry...

A couple of months ago, my mother had a persistent sty that did not respond to heat. I took her to a good doctor at a local walk-in clinic, and she used a very tiny needle to lace and drain it, then Rx’d topical antibiotic (erythromycin, I think). Anyway, it cleared right up. Do not rule out the possibility that…

It’s just a fund-raising tactic.

Is new black.

I’d love to hear exactly what his “hacking” problem is. Someone needs to tell him, probably, “Unplug your modem. Wait 30 seconds. Plug it back in.”

Outlaw helmets.

“Unrequited love’s a bore.” — Billie Holiday

+1 DeWalt (and Hitachi cordless)

These are the best household tasks--the ones that afford a guilt-free tool-buying trip to Lowe’s or Home Depot.

“I’m just one stomach flu away from my goal weight.”

Are the articles just transcripts, or are they serious journalism? Because I really admire RM’s mind, but I cannot stand to watch her because of her style of endlessly teasing and restating... she wastes so much time repeating herself. She’s as bad as Colin Cowherd.

Bulleit neat. 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saudade

Relax. I’m rockin’ enough schadenfreude for you, me, & then some.

The abyss calls forth the abyss.

“Carl! Carl! Just hear me out, man, okay? You know how hard it is to assemble a statistically significant patient population for pediatric drug trials. That’s why so few drugs are indicated for use in children. Who wants to risk it? Well... what if—and I’m just spitballin’ here, okay?—what if...”

The franchise began with the 1947 purchase of a disbanded team, the Detroit Gems of the National Basketball League (NBL). The new team began playing in Minneapolis, calling themselves the Minneapolis Lakers in honor of the state’s nickname, “Land of 10,000 Lakes”... After struggling financially in the late 1950s... the…

Oh, hello! My life has gone completely to Hell since last December. My house has become a 24-hour nursing home for a beloved but ill and aged family member. At the end of the day, my s.o. and I are just too done in for anything but lying on our backs, staring at the ceiling. I fear the pilot light has gone out.