So are they homeschooling Drake the other 6 months of the year? And hardcore, to make up for the lost time? Or since they aren’t big on school, it doesn’t matter? Actually, it probably doesn’t since Dad has made a fortune playing baseball - it’s not like Drake will ever have to work.

Outer Boroughs of NYC is the way to go. I have a house with a yard and three cars. I can drive a half-hour to take advantage of all the cultural options of Manhattan and/or Hipster Brooklyn; then I get in my car and go back to my reasonably(ish) priced home. I can also drive to beaches, mountains, other cities,…

Hmmm... I’m not real big on the restaurant scene anymore. Let’s see...

There are very few pictures of me from the 90s that I look at and wonder “what the hell are you wearing?!”. (Though the plum-colored double-breasted suit for the engagement party was an interesting choice.) 90s clothes are pretty generic - plain jeans, khakis, button-downs. The 80s had some weird shit, like parachute…

They could easily include a line from a government authority proposing registration about “the nut that was making people kill themselves and mind-controlled an entire police precinct a couple of months ago.” We don’t have to see (or pay) Jessica or Luke or Matt, but it would be nice to acknowledge they exist. And if…

You’ve nailed it. They’re good burgers. Nothing more. And the shakes are curiously bland. Yet people completely lose their shit over them, and are willing to stand on line for an hour to get them. Meanwhile there is a Blue Smoke outlet directly to the right of it, selling vastly superior food with barely a wait.

“What ballpark is known for its cheeseburgers”

Lifelong New Yorker here. I went out to Milwaukee for work and they took me to a Brewers tailgate and game. You guys know how to operate. Oh, those brats. Had 4 outside and like 3 more in, a bunch of beer, and then some frozen custard on the way home. I was ready to move there.

The novelty ice cream helmet is a joy. You can bring it home and have your own ice cream out of it (though I prefer a larger serving). It’s good for snacks like nuts and M&Ms. They are great dip vessels for parties. They make dandy kid’s birthday party favors. I poked a hole in the top of a couple and made Xmas tree…

Guy called me “White Boy” once like it was offensive. I was like “Dude, what, I’m 37".

I remember the year Christopher Cross swept the Grammys. I was a livid 14-year-old.

If I was a showrunner, I would film every character getting hit by a bus and lying in a coffin, just to have in storage to help with negotiations with the actors.

Well, in Talking Dead, they stated explicitly that all the actors were there at filming, reacting to Negan. I think they did film the death scene. It would be stupid not to.

America Chavez is the right way to add diversity to comics: inventing cool, compelling, fun new characters who also happen not to be white males.

My wife rages against the infield fly rule, because she thinks defenses should be allowed to try and trick baserunners and make wacky double plays, and that automatic outs sound like something from little league. She has voiced this opinion loudly enough to get nearby fans involved at Shea. It’s funny how pissed she…

“Dad, if you’re too lazy to type 507 instead of just 7 to get HD, you can just click on the red C button and it will automatically switch to the HD channel.” “Eh, I don’t care.”

Both local teams claim it would have prohibitively expensive to build retractable roofs. In New York City, with the #1 and #5(ish) revenue streams. Oh, and one of the teams’ owners made his fortune in real estate development.

We used to get a membership to the WCS and go to all the zoos (and Coney Island Aquarium) in NYC. They are awesome in the off-months. Go to the Prospect Park Zoo on one of those weirdly warm days in February, the animals outnumber the people.

We took my wife’s car. I walked back and said “Hey, I need a couple of wet-boys, I can’t get a good wipe.” When she was done laughing at me she advised that she didn’t have any either in the car or her bag. It was vexing. Reminds me to make sure there are some in the car Friday.

Strongly disagree with Drew’s assessment of zoo trips with the kids. It’s virtually line-free. You go at your own pace, so you can stare at the gorillas for an hour if you want, and breeze through the Bird House like it’s the women’s wing of the basketball hall of fame. There are places to sit and chill everywhere.…