In 1981, I still had the kind of body that could get away with a t-shirt or polo tucked into shorts, jeans, or a skirt. Although, in fairness, I was drawn more to turquoise-, vermilion-, and canary-striped skinny-ankle pants at the time.

Just reading the excerpts from this asshole’s Twitter feed makes me need another shower.

He needed something to wash down the Twinkies.

Wow, I didn’t know that petulant nine-year-olds could get faculty jobs.

I grew up in the Northeast, where it was rarely warm enough on Easter Sunday to play outside. I was also an only child, so my mother would hide eggs for me all over the house and then I’d get to find them all. Muhahahahahaha.

My father was buried on my 40th birthday; in retrospect, I’m very, very glad that Facebook wasn’t yet in existence.

I think the idea is that you shouldn’t store a marinade that’s been used for raw meat, and that if you use a raw-meat marinade in a sauce, you should cook it (and anything that touches it) immediately and thoroughly.

I wasn’t familiar with either Selena or Tejano music at the time of her death, but I remember how appalled I was at the time to read that a talented young performer had been first ripped off and then murdered by the president of her own fan club. It was one of those unbelievably depressing “You can’t make this shit…

Pence is a dim bulb who thinks he's a klieg light. He's the Peter Principle incarnate. Dunning-Kruger on steroids.

Dumbest excuse I ever used was actually real. I went to a large amusement park with a bunch of friends on a weeknight. Rode every thrill ride they had, screamed my lungs out, and enjoyed every damn minute of the experience.

Love it! Mr. Sububi and I (then thirty-three-ish) once went to a show on a weeknight with my officemate and her roommate (both twenty-two-ish). We all had a couple of beers. Then Mr. Sububi and I switched to soft drinks while the young-uns had a couple more beers. And a couple more. And maybe a couple of harder drinks…

While traveling: On a month-long trip to Australia, I sampled emu, crocodile, kangaroo (my favorite) and a not-quite-dead-yet green weaver ant. Not sure whether that outweirds the freshly caught scallop sashimi I once ate on a dive boat in California.

Drug enforcement agents party with sex workers hired by murderous drug traffickers, and get 10-day suspensions?

I'm a couple of years past 56, and age has caused a lot of cognitive dissonance in my life. First, I'm one of the youngest members of a generation of my extended family, so there's a part of me that still feels very, very young when compared to my relatives. Second, I have a completely different reaction to looking at…

I don't blanch my vegetables for anywhere near that long, because they'll turn into mushy lumps when frozen. My method for quick blanching: I cut up the vegetables, wash them in a colander, and then quickly pour boiling water over them from a teakettle. Then I rinse them with cold tap water to stop the cooking…

The thing I always used to make was super-easy; linguini or spaghettini with white clam sauce, maybe with a nice salad on the side. It was so well-liked that during an amicable breakup with a previous long-term SO, I wrote down the recipe for him so that he could still enjoy it without me.

The two most important factors that got me through grad school: First, I had a great advisor and got along with him very well. (Not always easy to tell at first whether this will be the case, though.) Second, I really loved what I was studying. I think those two things took care of at least 95% of potential problems.

I like quinoa mixed with rice (1 part quinoa, 2 parts rice), mostly for the texture. Plain quinoa just has a strange glueyness that I don't care for.

Holy crap. Who (at least in North America) considers a Thanksgiving dinner of roast turkey, sweet potatoes, freshly baked rolls, and cranberry sauce to be terrifyingly exotic? It's like being afraid of well-prepared hamburgers and fries because they came fresh off the grill and the fryer instead of from the…

I've been going through this for a long while — two-body problem in underfunded fields, and plans B, C, and D have not yet come through for me either. I'm not much of a hobby person, but I've been doing two things to keep motivated: First, taking classes in fields that might be related to plans B, C, and D. I know…