If there were 8 feet of snow INSIDE 80% of NYC, then maybe you could compare this to Katrina.

My mother buys me clothes every year. Some are great and some suck.

So I snagged the contrast image and dropped it into GIMP and adjusted the color levels until the whites of her eyes were actually white. Or, at least, they looked white to me. And she is pale. Pale pale. Darker than the cover, but then, the lighting in the shot is a lot darker.

I've had my android phone (Motorola Droid on Verizon) for a year now (I got it last Christmas) and I've never installed a task killer on it. I've also never had a problem with it. It'll tell you what's eating the battery. Generally, for me at least, this is voice calls and the screen.

@Jinxxeh: That's why Avatar is in 3D.

@50 Foot Queenie: She was jumping up and down for paparazzi and accidentally hit her chin with her scissor boobs on a really enthusiastic bounce!

On (5): those sorts of 'paintings' are very common in the French Quarter, where 'artists' slap a shitton of spray paint onto boards while tourists look on and coo about how cool the results are. It's actually pretty neat to watch, but I'd never actually fork over money for one. It's quite possible that she got one at…

@smacd: No point in freaking out about 30. It's pretty inevitable. I'm not quite 2 years past 30, and it's totally fine. People take you more seriously when you're no longer twentysomething.

@copper_caddy: This is totally 100% true. If you're in a busy restaurant, you should not be talking your server's ear off, because it will have pretty much the opposite of the intended effect, and that's not what you want. I like to think that I'm pretty cognizant of when is a good time for being chatty and when you…

@EponaWearsBoots: In my experience, you get better service that way. You are friendly, so they are friendly. It makes everyone temporarily a person to one another (waiters are not robots). Everyone is working towards a better dinner experience, server and eater alike.

My ex used to hate it when I tried to have conversations with waiters. They are people, too! If they're feeling chatty, I am happy to be friendly with them. Then again, I'll talk to anyone, and he had a pretty strict no-talking-to-strangers policy. You can't meet interesting people if you can't talk to them!

@PancakeParade: One thing that WW did teach me is that a 6" fried oyster poboy is 17 points (at least under the old system). This is, in fact, doable, if you want to eat a fried oyster poboy once a week.

@doubledeemayhem: Once upon a time, I went to visit my friend who is a baker, and she sent me home again with BOXES of baked goods. This included petit fours of the large variety. So rich a normal human could only eat maybe half of one at a time before being overwhelmed by sugar.

I once lost 60 pounds on Weight Watchers, but I found that going to meetings was kind of a nightmare because they were filled with old bored fat women. Old bored fat women with really obvious problems, like how were they possibly going to survive being in an office with candy?!? and what could they feed their husbands…

@Mystiria: You're right. You're absolutely right, and it's something that concerns me. However, I believe sincerely that my friend never wanted to hurt anyone, that in his mind, his conversations with the cop were little more than a role-playing game gone extreme. I believe that PTSD from Iraq contributed to this…

I have a friend who is a felon and a registered sex offender. He was arrested for flirting online with a police officer posing as a teenager and for exposing himself to said cop. His offenses carried a greater punishment than if he had actually had consensual sex with a teenager. He was thrown out of graduate school,…

@TheCatlady: Our best theory on the origins of my dog (a shelter rescue) was that he belonged to an old lady who died, and the family gave him up because they couldn't (or didn't want to) deal with a dog.

It is my personal policy to never go anywhere near retail on Black Friday for the sake of my sanity.

@HeartRateRapid: For this reason, I have made a friend of mine promise to never get married without telling me first.

Two years ago, I went to a wedding in Colorado. On my way to the bridesmaids' luncheon, I slipped on a bit of ice and sprained the heck out of my ankle. (I did not break the hideous ceramic centerpiece I was carrying, however.) My injury necessitated a soft cast, including metal braces, plus a pair of crutches. I went…