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I find that restarants are kind of split between this chair and the “Navy” chair when it comes to metal.  I still see a lot of wooden chairs, too, though.

Forgot to specify that I am, in fact, a woman who has been in the BSA off-and-on since age 14.

You don’t have to be sure why one would join. I don’t have to convince you, because A) your not a little girl and B) the option has no longer been held away from her.

When it comes time to sell Darcy’s transformation to selfless romantic hero, Henderson mostly just stares in wide-eyed confusion. It could simply be a bad casting choice (Chadha described Henderson as an “old-fashioned matinee idol” who could sell the film’s Bollywood-appropriate chaste romance), but I also think the

Photoshopping your fingerprints out of a picture you send to the world isn’t the worst idea, really.

If the Canadians can make it work for milk, why not?

Some people are telling you, “Don’t do this.” You’re not asking them to marry you. Salty has the best advice - be pretty sure on if and how s/he wants to do it.

I’ve inherited a forty year-old mixer. Until I had it I used a hand mixer. Such an amazing and inexplicable difference. It does everything not done by a blender/processor. I bake things because it’s there. My advice is to find a used one that’s not from the early 2000s when the company briefly had the plastic gear

You used an idiom.  It has contracted through the years with use, but that’s still what it is.  

If you live in Texas, there’s this thing called the “Dallas wave.” I don’t know if everybody knows it by that name, but many of us have encountered it. People from Dallas (or at least the Park suburbs in Dallas) give this friendly wave over the steering wheel just as they cut you off; that way what they did is

From what I can tell, ‘hand pie’ is the generic term for any number of two-crust, one-handed baked goods that include pasties and empanadas among its many subcategories. The American public doesn’t use it because we just name the specific thing we’re making or eating; foodies and chefs use it in TV shows and printed

Yes, but that kind of emphasizes the point. The Bad Place may have rigged the system so that the bar is so high. Maybe not, but it’s still not an excluded possibility. Michael seemed convinced that Fourcette’s point total was as high as it ought to be from his expression when he heard it and then was shocked when, in

As a child in the seventies my friendly neighborhood mailman wore a pith helmet. He kept it for the twenty years he worked that route. One of the postal deliverers in my neighborhood still hauls one out in the summer. I think it’s a uniform option, not a requirement. My current mail lady wears USPS branded knitwear a

What I find confusing is the fact that this episode we found that no one could get in the Good Place because every action they take is tainted and leads to point loss, or very little gain, because of complexity. Which is cool. But Michael called that evidence that the Bad Place wasn’t rigging the system. Which isn’t

I guess my question is, why do I know if I’m attractive to some rando on the other side of the planet? I mean, I get that to an extent the answer is, because he thinks he has the initiative to tell me. But, who published this, and why? Did he bring it up unbidden in the interview, or did someone ask him this? And if

What?  No.  Really?

That looks hilarious. And I want the tiny pink pantsuit.

You had the opportunity to trash your competition on the internet over a bit of ephemera and you didn’t take it? What are you, some kind of decent human being?

Not all of it by a long shot. Check out the grocery store cardboard cylinder. It’s either labeled iodized in big letters, or it says in small print somewhere, “This salt does not supply iodide, a necessary nutrient.” I guess on my local grocery shelves, there used to be more iodized than not, but that has definitely

Does Ruta Maya have coffee shops in its hometown of Austin?  I’d love to have a cup of that fresh roasted if I ever passed through.