This guy?

I’m not correcting you, specifically, but... would everyone stop calling it a soundtrack? It’s an original cast recording. It isn’t a film soundtrack. Cast. Recording.

That actually makes a lot of sense to me.

So happy to see this here :)

This is one of my favorite internet things ever. Pure Gold.

Guy on a Buffalo-o-o-o-o-o! My friend introduced me a couple months ago and I’ve never looked back.

She should get together with this guy on a buffalo.

So without knowing their response, but knowing southern history according to Internet commenters, I’m pretty sure this is their excuse (presented to attempt to explain their thinking, not to justify it):

Ok but I’m all about Emma’s take on the theme and her general wonderfulness?

I'm so literal about themes, I'd show up wrapped in HDMI cables and microchips.

No one is even trying to stick to the theme.

Would buy. And give out as Christmas gifts to everyone I know.

Before she decamped I was trying to convince them to put out a coffee table book with illustrations by Tara Jacoby and the proceeds going to PP.

I've been grey forever. For a brief moment last week I thought I was ungreyed but it was all a lie. Le sigh.

Meh, I’ve been here for over a year. Still grey, always will be I guess. It’s no biggie, most people read the greys, anyway :)

...“Lazy Sunday” aired in the winter of 2005. I remember it vividly. I watched SNL cross-legged on the floor of my parents’ family room and watched, mouth agape. It was like nothing I had seen before, but in fairness, I was 14.

If you sample set is people who left I’m sure you will get people who didn’t like it. Reminds me of all of the car insurance ads: “People who switched to $INSURANCE_COMPANY saved an average of $LOTSA CASH“. Of course they did, they would not be switching if they were not saving money!

Refer to him as Drumpf from now on.

OMG, YES! That passage... people forget she could WRITE. It’s beautiful.

Little House in the Big Woods really is great, isn’t it? That whole steady progression of preparing for winter—butchering the pig, smoking the hams, storing the pumpkins, tying up the onions—was so mesmerising to me as a soft city kid. It still is.