But seriously — I’ve hiked in this forest near JPL; how do you wind up lost? The average Target is more confusing and harder to navigate than the fire roads they had us using. And we were basically never out of sight of other hikers. Must have been SOME date.

Eva, honey, just no.

I had to read that sentence twice to make sense of it — at first, I thought “murder two women legally” was supposed to be sarcastic.

Love this hair, btw.

Yeah, I stumbled across it channel-flipping one night and totally fell down the rabbit hole. The one about the Jamestown Massacre was pretty cool, too, but it looks like it’s not streaming anymore. (Made in 2002! Whoops, I am old.)

This was a really good episode. God bless archaeology.

PBS has already granted your wish. "Secrets of the Dead: Death on the Railroad"

If you never drank Narragansett Brewery’s original Bohemian — $4.50 a case in 1980, minus $1.50 if you brought back the glass bottles — you know nothing about great shitty beer, Jon Snow.

Lincoln Chafee: Who? The Republican-Independent-Democrat from the Biggest Little State in the Union. Strength: While serving as a Republican senator, announced he wasn’t voting for George W. Bush’s re-election. Weakness: Appears to be running out of political affiliations to try on.

There is absolutely no need to bring a patron’s age into the discussion. If you’re eating or playing quietly at your seat, I don't care if you're 2 and I don't care if it's a white-napkin restaurant, you deserve service. If you’re yelling, crying loudly, obstructing waitstaff or flinging food, I don’t care if you’re…

You had me at “Legendary Astros Player.”

Yes, there was consensual use of ’Ludes in the 1970s. Yes, the 1970s were kind of fucked up. No, I do not believe Cosby intended to use them in a consensual way.

It’s a real “midterms are here and I’m thinking of dropping out” look.

By California standards, Lewis is dressed for an 8 p.m. wedding at an Episcopal cathedral, reception to follow at the Commonwealth Club.

Or calls them “lithe” or “slinky.”

I should have guessed this was a response to a David Brooks column the moment I read the headline.

NONE of those books were in our house in 1975. Mom was reading Doris Lessing’s “The Golden Notebook,” “Sisterhood is Powerful” and Carlos Castaneda.

How THIS PARTICULAR TYPE OF NONPROFIT Perpetuates Poverty

This isn’t Sahara-type sandy desert; it is steep mountain roads and chaparral. So, yeah, probably managed to hang their car up in such a way that the drive wheels weren’t touching.

Rape sometimes — OK, frequently — got used by writers as an excuse for sex to happen to a nice girl when we were moving between the “good girls say no” and “good girls say yes” eras. (See: Luke and Laura, every book written by Kathleen Woodiwiss in the 1980s.)