Always glad to meet a fellow Community fan!

I think I'll wait for a Community-themed wine instead.

EZPass does work in Illinois, but the first time we tried it, it failed to register in the I-Pass lane. It worked absolutely perfectly in a normal lane that accepted both cash and I-Pass. (Fortunately, I was able to contact the appropriate office in Illinois and pay the first toll before getting fined.)

It's no excuse if the biter is Catholic!

I also clean combs and hairbrushes in my dishwasher. Just pre-groom them to remove any hair. Works great.

And then Boston jumps in: "Dammit, will you stop blaming those fucking baked beans on us? Nobody eats that slop here unless they're tourists from Iowa."

The terms have crept across each other's boundaries somewhat. Interestingly, Julia Child's first cooking school was called "L'ecole des Trois Gourmandes", which seems to usually be translated into English as "The School of the Three Happy Eaters".

Pedantic point: While a "gourmand" would indeed enjoy food, the term really means "glutton", not "person with a refined palate". The latter is a gourmet; the two nouns are not synonyms.

I tried to eat some pink hand lotion when I was about three years old. Seemed reasonable, because it smelled nice and because I'd liked the taste of all the other opaque pink things I'd ever encountered, like strawberry ice cream and raspberry sherbet. One nasty, bitter drop of the stuff permanently cured me of the…

The motorcyclist may or may not have shared some blame — for one thing, he was almost certainly speeding — but parking a car in a highway traffic lane is one hunka hunka burning stupid. Parking in the PASSING LANE is just a double portion of same.

I would like to hunt down ladies-room hoverers and slap them silly. They always manage to pee on the seat — not a few droplets, but copious splatters. In other words, the reason it's often unpleasant to sit on a public toilet seat is that too many people refuse to sit on public toilet seats.

Seriously, if the breakfast-taco place had meatless options, couldn't the angry vegan have just ordered a vegetable taco without cheese? It's at least worth asking; even in a hipster haven where everyone presumably knows what a vegan is, a busy server might rattle off choices on autopilot. (My husband has some minor…

I vote for the 1970s. All that laid-back hippie sensibility of the late sixties had become commercialized to within an inch of its life. For those free-ish spirits who didn't want overpriced designer tie-dye, there were brown and maroon flowered polyester Huk-a-Poo shirts. For the professionally inclined of both…

When I see people taking idiotic chances with pertussis, I want to kick them. Back in the 1920s, before vaccines were available, that fucking disease permanently disabled my uncle. He caught it in infancy, nearly choked to death, and wound up with cerebral palsy due to anoxia. (Oh, and an earlier outbreak of pertussis…

While I'd probably draw my own personal line somewhere short of decomposing seafood, I'll admit to a minor ammonia-related craving. While Mr. Sububi and I were traveling around Scandinavia and Finland a few years ago, I acquired a taste for salmiakki, the weird Finnish sweet-and-salty licorice flavored with ammonium…

I impose two rules on myself for dealing with Susan Patton's screeds. First, I crack up laughing at the sight of "Susan Patton" or "Princeton Mom" in print. Second, I don't bother reading any further.

Are foundation primer and eyeshadow primer actually different things? One thing I've found them to have in common is that neither actually works.

I keep forgetting. Who's Kelly Clarkson?

I usually switch if asked, but I don't get why couples get bent out of shape by being in non-contiguous seats for only two hours. On a long-haul flight, yes. But when you're flying a little American Beagle hopper between two nearby cities, what's the point?

I've always really enjoyed talking to people on planes. I'm an impatient flier, and (gently) talkative strangers usually mellow me out considerably. I'll often make a short remark to a seatmate to see if that person might be interested in talking, but I don't pursue it further if that cue's not picked up.