Holy fuck. To call that guy an asshole would be a grave insult to assholes. For the sake of any women he’s ever encountered in his life, I hope that ever since this incident, he’s been in an exclusive relationship with his own hand.

... church members have threatened to have him evicted from his apartment, kidnap him, beat him, rape him, and murder him.

This is something that always puts a bug up my nose, so bear with me; it’s my opinion, but it’s also based on general academic protocol in the United States.

The weirdest thing is that I’ve been in professional workplaces (mostly academic) that were extremely flexible about time, with NO pressure to either skip lunch or eat at the desk, and have encountered a lot of people who do those things anyway. Most of them were in the Northeast. Since I’ve been living in other parts…

I cannot star that comment enough. (And then there are the flags. The people who hate the U.S. government and want to drown it in their bathtubs seem to really love American flags.)

That’s an interesting thought. In older photos he seems to have the thin upper lip, but a reasonably normal philtrum. He covers both up with a mustache now, so it’s really hard to see anything.

Very sorry to hear this. I’m a longtime Steely Dan fan, but if Fagen assaulted his wife, he deserved to be charged with a crime. (And I’m glad to read that she’s getting out of that situation.)

I don’t buy the idea of cleanses, since we already have livers. But if I ever wanted to do a good old-fashioned purge, I’d just eat a big ice cream sundae without benefit of Lactaid.

This is sad news. She had such a beautiful voice. Her duet with the recording of her late father always choked me up a little. Didn’t realize that she’d had so many health struggles in her life.

Mr. Sububi and I drink in moderation, but during the Christmas-New Year holiday, we always visit and stay with family members who don’t drink at all. They know that we and many of our other relatives are social drinkers, and that’s not a problem for them when we do it elsewhere, but they’re not at all comfortable with…

For sure. When I was an undergrad in the mid-Cretaceous, one of the dimmer bulbs on the floor hung a strip of raw bacon on the doorknob of one of his many frenemies, thinking that because the bacon-ee was Jewish, this would be hilarious. The recipient of the gift (who did not keep kosher, and AFAIK occasionally ate…

A friend actually had her bachelorette party at a local paintery-drinkery, and I have to admit it was a lot of fun. Still have the painting adorning one of my bookcases.

This is why guns on college campuses scare the bejesus out of me. A bunch of people whose brains are pupating, trying to deal with romantic rejections, difficult roommates, unexpectedly low grades, overindulgence in surreptitious boozing, and all the other parts of the college experience that don’t always work out for…

I hope the editorial writer told him to shove it up his Kirby Delauter.

The fanciest chocolate bars I actually like are Green & Black’s high-cacao milk chocolate. But now that they’re approaching $4 a bar, I usually get something less upscale. I avoid Hershey’s because I don’t like the boiled-milk aftertaste, but I’ve had supermarket-brand high-cacao milk chocolate that I thought was just…

I think Hersheys boils the bejesus out of the milk they use in their candy. It really does have a nasty sour aftertaste.

It’s a perfectly good hoodie, and it’s not the hoodie’s fault that a creepy smarmy no-good slime-assed sleazebag fuckwad douchenozzle shit-for-brains crook is wearing it.

PJs are perfect for doing laundry and dishes and price gouging and securities fraud while hitting on teenagers online!

This reminded me of the pertinent verse of “The FCC Song” by Eric Idle:

For some reason, I now want to see some Anne Geddes shots of balding, sixtysomething Wall Street CEOs dressed up as carrots and bumble bees. Preferably with their suits and ties still on as well.