My father, by any measurement, is one of the fittest, most athletic, healthiest eaters I've ever met. Rarely ever sick. People called him Superman.

Aliens v. Wizards? I'm trying to give RTD the benefit of the doubt, but doesn't this seem like the cinematic equivalent of saying: "Everyone loves crunchy peanut butter and everyone loves string cheese. Let's mix them together!"?

Yeah, if you're sitting with your legs crossed, elbows resting on your knee, it's possible - and not actually too uncomfortable unless your suit coat pulls too tight across your shoulders because of the bulky sweater you're wearing under - er, what?

I'm with you. I tend to mentally write out everything having to do with Sybok. And most of the plot.

He has also attempted to reply a few times to individual comments, but I'm extremely hesitant to approve.

Approving for being darn close.

I see Canada.

Oooh, I loved that site! It was brilliant!

It depends. The ones I have from when I was younger that are the clearest are tied in with really strong emotions (usually "want!"). And while they may be partially verified by photos or family members, their accounts and mine don't quite line up, which makes me more likely to believe I'm not just making memories up…

My earliest clear memory is of my first birthday party and it involves wanting a pair of red-orange plastic sunglasses. They were party favors and everyone else got them and I REALLY WANTED them. So I threw a fit and eventually they gave them to me but then took them back again. That shade of red-orange is still…

"Yes, have some."

Ooh, very snazzy. I suspect if you were willing to sacrifice the number on one side of the dice, this whole thing would be a lot neater and easier. You'd only need one layer of silicone, then, and wouldn't have to deal with mold lines.

Well played.

The Pantone swatch like a vermilion to me, which is one of my favorite colors.

Peter Pan just keeps hitting me over the head lately, probably because of the anniversary. It's never really been one of my favorite stories; I always thought Peter was kind of a twerp.

Thanks

Olive for me as well. A salty one.

Ha. Yes, thank you.

Ack! I hadn't read the author's comments. He actually said: "Where was this enunciated / stated / written / implied? Not in my story – and my problem with literary or other criticism of stories by living authors is that before you go implying motives to them, you could ASK them what they meant."

Why a rusty spoon, Charlie Jane?