That is amazing, but that chain is pretty long... ;)

As someone with very small hands who can easily open the door a crack and unlatch most of those hotel door latches (I know this because my ex and I used to go to Vegas a lot and he had an unfortunate tendency to get drunk, throw the latch out of habit, then pass out leaving me locked out of the room...the one time we…

Okay, I think I see what you're saying...I guess I just think that's pretty irrelevant. I mean, they're not going to generally be using paid searchers for *any* missing person in the wilderness, even if they have GPS coordinates of the current location (seriously, the police still call volunteer SAR, except in a few…

I'm a volunteer searcher on teams that work closely with law enforcement and I have DPS credentials. We can't go out on searches without law enforcement requests and the teams are certified by the state. Most SAR personnel in the US is unpaid but it's more along the lines of volunteer firefighters—government…

They can't devote the manpower to finding a single person who is only a threat to themselves.

Agreed on the fries. The perfect crispiness and saltiness and everything. So wonderful.

No judgment from me. I fucking love McDonald's, including the McRib. I think it's rooted in childhood. My parents would only take us there as a special treat when we were kids and so even though objectively I know that it tastes like sadness and heart attacks, it's still my comfort food craving after a stressful day…

I saw this in the theaters when I was very young and LOVED it. I thought about watching it again when I saw it on HBOGo but something stopped me. "It's a notorious flop," my wiser self whispered. "Keep those fond childhood memories intact." I think that was a good decision.

I think my boss thinks I'm crazy now because this comment made me suddenly start giggling uncontrollably. Thanks a lot.

Oh, love, I could write a fucking novel. You have no idea. ;)

You must have missed the reply where I mentioned he looked like a young David Bowie. Dude was hot. Crazy, asshole, sexist, shitty, but hot and I was 19...

Why thank you. ;)

To be honest, if we'd been the same age I wouldn't have posted this here because...well, I dated him. ;) But he was well beyond the "should know better" age.

He's never been my exact cup of tea (hence me forgetting his name) but he's famous for a reason. The man is an artist. :) It's only the emphasis placed on a fucking mass-produced refrigerator magnet reproduction of one of his prints that I'm ridiculing here. I mean, it was a refrigerator magnet. :D

EXACTLY. I still have a fondness for medieval stuff and actually pay money to study with a horse trainer who uses "authentic" (and to be fair, from my obsessive reading they are pretty close at least) baroque methods (which I know isn't medieval but we're talking historical craziness and also medieval methods are…

YES. Thank you, I majored in photography and the name was on the tip of my tongue but, well, I am well into my 30s now and my life has gone in very different directions in the last 15 years. That's the exact photo though and at the time I was still in school and thought it was hilarious that he attached such…

Oh hon, I didn't even get into the half of it. I participated during the relationship and honestly it is pretty fun, but like 95% of participants are just kinda broken. If you ever seriously state (even if you couch it as a joke) that you were born in the wrong era and think you would have done better in medieval…

Oh god, I know it. Dude seemed super-sophisticated to my naive self, and was genuinely gorgeous (he kind of ruined David Bowie for me because there is a distinct resemblance, and so now I can still listen to Bowie but can't watch anything with him without imagining him as a whiny manchild at best). But goddamn...

One of my exes was into medieval reenactment and at one point bought me a throwing axe, which I got to be pretty good at. When I dumped him, he went to my room and grabbed it, then fell to his knees baring his throat and offering it to me while begging me to "end it now." I laughed so hard I staggered backwards and…

That 30-mile admittance rule is both clever and appalling. I lived in a relatively pro-choice but mostly rural state, and my old OBGYN performed abortions. They not only had admitting privileges, but they were actually owned by the same people as the closest hospital. But we didn't have a hospital in our town so that…