//snort

I'm MAD for kugel. Haven't made it in years, though. Nom nom carbs...

It's true that it should be happening before these guys go pro, but I still maintain they are groomed in a culture that rewards aggression and demeans women (Steubenville, anyone?). Exactly where that begins, I can't say. But with so much at stake, the NFL clearly needs to take a more in loco parentis role, sad to…

Conscious POTUSing.

Hell with these guys, I'll do something stupendous for you just for adding this to my lexicon: "Super-duper nopetipus nopeington Sir Nopesalot Nopediddynopenop nopey nope NOPE."

Hello, and welcome. Some of us have been here so long in internet time, we're like Italian Grandmothers... please ignore our moustaches and constant kvetching.

It's tough for me to believe that a team full of men operating at the very peak of their physical level, who have trained hours a day for years to achieve their desired ends, are still somehow abjectly unable to control their emotions in the presence of a woman who won't listen to them.

I've done that before with mixed success — many times, already-tense kids don't want anything to do with a stranger; that time, I was in a middle seat across the aisle and behind a few rows. The little girl just didn't like being confined, once she was able to run in the aisles a bit after the food carts passed, she…

I recall a West coast to East coast trip on which a toddler cried, in that grating, HORRIBLE way that worms its way past your inner ear to your very brain. The young Mom was young and ineffectual but — it's a restless kid, you know? I stuffed my ears with tissues, but the guy in front of her (clearly a New Yorker)…

...it's an overlap/confusion thing with "boogie," which was a racial slur middle of the last century... more so in downstate NY, but I heard it a few times when I was a child here in WNY.

But did she have nail art?!?!?

I bought the Lorde CD so I can play it in the car, but all my playlists are on YouTube. Pandora is irritating because you have to keep giving it feedback or it goes off in strange directions. Spotify creeps me out because it feels like even more data being collected on me.

Did you ever read Michael Crichton's "Timeline," where the time-teletransported cat comes back, ehrm, re-assembled badly?

Chmn. Meow lurrrves Panera French Onion Soup. And since we've been living on takeout food all summer while our house is being built, Panera has been much on the menu at the Meow abode (a cheap, charming but tewtelly impractical Victorian apartment). Oh, and their cookies.

Classic concern-trolling.

It's really worse in the opposite direction, as when people with advanced degrees speak of "pubic relations."

If you "don't care" about Belle Knox then you shouldn't bother clicking the post — you could be off reading about dolphins or whatever floats your intellectual boat. (What an odd paragraph to interject - weird and completely off topic.) Also, a reminder: you are just one voice; you don't get to decide what feels…

This is definite short story material. I nominate Annie Proulx.

Off to Robin Thickeland for Brian!

Are you kidding? They're probably high-fiving him in the aptly named Truehand AG.