I have such vivid sensory memory related to Dunkaroos from my childhood. My sister and I built a “clubhouse” that was little more than a few 2x4s nailed to a couple of trees, and I would go out in the woods, sit on our crappy construction, and eat my Dunkaroos while the barn cats swarmed me trying to get a taste. It…

I was living in Terre Haute when this pos came to the maximum security prison there, and I happened to drive by as the media vans were lined up by the side of the road. His fangirls were there too, all with handmade posters and t-shirts. I wanted to vomit.

*Thinks of the quarts of lovely handpicked blueberries sitting in my freezer* My time has come.

THANK YOU.

Don’t listen to the people in the comments, Erik. Because, wow, they don’t get what it means to be a Jalop.

A classic Obuchowski gem.  Thanks for reposting and reintroducing us to Jim!

Totino’s Pizza Rolls for sure, pepperoni or combo, and/or Pagoda’s rangoons or steamed dumplings.  SUCH garbage. So satisfying.

These books were fucking SAVAGE, and thinking of all the terrible traumatic things that happen to these poor fresh faced cartoon children makes me nervous and also SO EXCITED.  I read every one of them as a kid and I can’t wait to read every one of the graphic novels too.

Somebody Please Feed Phil (My favorite food and travel show) did an episode in Lisbon, and Phil discovered and subsequently consumed dozens of them, and I’ve been wanting to try them ever since.  Maybe I’ll have to do a head to head comparison of these and Babish’s from this week. I can only imagine that more of these…

My favorite local place made that list!  They always have lines out the door, but I’ve never seen a drop in quality in product or service even when they got kind of famous here. If you’re ever in the Land of Lincoln checking out the sights, go to Long Nine Junction for the best $10 lunch you’ve ever had. (And add the…

Lightly salted roasted almonds are my go to. I don’t snack a whole lot between meals, but I tend to crunch a handful of almonds on the way out of the office when I know I don’t have dinner ready to go at home. It helps me stop from snacking on my roommate’s many processed junk foods before I eat dinner.

The design seems solarpunk af and I am here for it.  The corporate city thing, not so much. Next, the residents will only get paid in scrip.

My trans and nb friends object to “guys” still being gendered, so I’m trying to purge it from my vocabulary.

Bon Appetit talks about making cider syrup, essentially reducing apple cider to a syrup-like consistency. I did it, and I regret it, because I want to use it on EVERYTHING.

Working with kids my whole life has led me to use “my friend/s” whenever I need to address people. Adults blink at me a bit, but it seems to work. Haha.

We will never know peace. Long live our ovoid overlords. (And thanks for the shoutout!)

I can take an Amtrak from my city to Chicago that is slated to take three hours but actually takes five hours, or I can just drive for three hours.

Let’s be honest, I like them both, but then, my 2008 Fit Sport is still lovely and I’d gladly buy another once this one is well and truly dead (knock on wood). 

The problem I have with tomato juice/bloody mary mix on airplanes is that it always smells terrible. I flew with someone who drank it exclusively on airplanes, and I had to beg her not to order one on the way back, at least not near my motion-nauseous face.

Came here to say this. Oh avocado. Will we never know peace?