Why is everyone talking about peach cobbler? Slate just did a "you're doing it wrong" thing about peach cobbler, and all the people who are supposedly doing it wrong are very, very angry.

Once I was living in a city apartment with a large yard full of scrap iron. I was writing a thesis about Emily Dickinson, and I read a chapter about her garden and how she went out one night and picked peaches and ate them with cream. Then I looked out my window and realised there was a tree full of peaches behind a…

Aw. A carful of of cubs. I'd like to see that.

That bear is a welfare cheat. He's getting disability checks, while obviously moonlighting as a tradesbear.

I love this.

I love the way he says "when shooting a baby like mine..." as though other babies are generally more focussed and professional.

They are the sound of an Aussie summer! I lived in Melbourne as a kid, and I loved the sound. I miss it.

That explains the weirdness.

*applause*

And when you've published the 3%, you pretend they're really bad - and totally spontaneous - pictures. Like when celebrities take pics of themselves lying in bed wrapped artfully in a satin sheet with their hair deliberately tousled and pretend they just woke up that way.

Kids these days and their selfies and their chickens. *shakes head*

Problem is "heathen English" is so much less awe-inspiring than "classic English," a linguistic category I'm pretty sure doesn't exist. Behold an example from Shakespeare:

I choose to take that as a personal compliment. I have a fivehead, and I periodically experiment with bangs, but then I get sick of them because I like my eyebrows to be visible. They're so useful for expressing anger, surprise and disgust.

You get a gold star for an elegantly articulated insult.

Can you prove that you're not Abraham Lincoln? I didn't think so.

This reminded me of some guy online somewhere recently (I don't think it was here) complaining loudly that if you "serenade" a woman now, she'll have you arrested. Firstly, I want to know what you mean by "serenade" and where you'll be doing it, because if it's outside her house late at night it's harassment, if it's…

Wow, I think I'll give this a miss. I didn't even love the second film. And they DO look tired, don't they? It's a really horrible thing to say about a fellow human being, but they both look pretty weathered. I'm not sure making a third film was a great idea, or why people think representing the gritty reality of…

Michael J Fox is just one of those people who is perennially likeable. He doesn't even have to try very hard.

Well, if you are Barney and Robin, I can't blame you for wanting them to succeed. I hope your Ted finds his true love so you can all sit on a porch together when you're 70. ;)

This topic immediately made me think of Bart Simpson emancipating himself and renting a loft below Tony Hawk and Blink 182.