It’s just a common sense boundary. I have enough friends and acquaintances who are Friends of Bill to know there are reasons some people don’t drink and some might not want to discuss it. It’s none of your business. Do you ask women “How many months along are you?” if they have a belly?

I had to stop hanging around a group of work friends because they were relentless about the fact I wouldn’t smoke with them. I just never enjoyed it - I’d get even more introverted, and paranoid, and stare into space. And they would rag on me, call me a square and nonsense like that.

The last extended dry period I did, I got a really good view of how all my drunk friends and family behaved - the loudness, repetitiveness, stupidity, argumentativeness, spittle, and general unpleasantry. And figured, “Damn, I must fit right in when I drink.” Since then I have tried real hard to moderate. Mild buzz is…

I wasn’t allowed to watch Soap as an 11-year-old because there was a male character that - gasp - liked other men. Apparently my parents thought I might get ideas, or catch The Gay over the airwaves.

Any time the color mauve comes up at work (ad agency) or anywhere else (most recently, a paint shop) I belt out “And then there’s Mauve!”. 50% hilarity, 50% blank stares.

I love how old people re-named shows after a character. To my Grandma, Happy Days was “Funzie” (she mispronounced things, too), Welcome Back Kotter was “Barbarino”, General Hospital was “Luke and Laura”, The Young and the Restless was “Victor”.

What if you have a phone but the battery is dead? Or it goes haywire? Or you drop it in the toilet? This whole thing is preposterous.

Different car, same outcome: I drive an old Galaxie with mags, a cam and glasspacks, and almost every time I take it out some lunkhead starts revving up his Mustang or whatever next to me at a light. Look Falfa, this isn’t American Graffiti, it’s a main street in New York City.

I would like to see severe civil judgment. Like bankrupt this asshole and his entire family. Sue him and if he has a house, take it. All of his belongings get auctioned to meet the penalties. And no option for putting things in his wife’s name (if there is one) so she keeps it. I want the Lockhart clan living in a box…

I never read any of the novels and haven’t seen the films in many years. I assumed there were lots of things that sailed over my head (and recaps were invaluable for Hannibal), but I loved it for those exact surreal, avant garde qualities. Sometimes it was great to look at even if I wasn’t 100% sure what the hell was…

Absolutely.

Everything and everyone was fantastic in Hannibal. And still people wouldn’t watch it. Guess we need more variations of NCIS instead.

Schools investigating rape accusations is idiocy. They have a vested interested in minimizing the reports of such incidences, and in trying to discredit accusations against important athletes. To compensate, they have now been pressured into kangaroo courts where accused have zero rights.

Aldi, the discount cousin of Trader Joe’s, also has GS cookie knockoffs that are indistinguishable from the real product at like 1/3 the price.

All girl scout cookies are boxed stool samples compared to Tagalongs.

I love pork and appreciate that there are people who make it possible for us. But Oh My God I can’t look at that picture.

What a difference a year makes. NL champs, high expectations, bright future, monster rotation, a new Hall of Famer, wacky players riding around on horses... it’s good to be a Mets fan.

Thanks! It’s not unintentional.

Well, I hope you’re right.

As I stated elsewhere on this comment board, seemingly daily a lunatic slashes, stabs, assaults, rapes or shoves onto subway tracks an innocent person, usually a woman. And almost without fail, it’s a cretin who stopped taking his meds, or otherwise fell through the cracks. These people need to be locked up, very far…