Another interesting take entirely from personal experience: you can have children AND still do things. Like, A LOT, of things, albeit a whole lot of them skewed towards catering to them, but being able to do things and share them with the little Monsters while you teach them why those things are great is one of the…

I think you might be my opposite me. I might be the bizarro you.

Except the ´Skins *did* finally have a franchise quarterback. He was watching at the sidelines, holding a clipboard.

In Mexico, and presumably in other latin countries, it’s called “Nata.” While I grew up hating the naturally ocurring version of the stuff, it’s used to make bread and muffins and cookies that are too glorious for words. The stuff itself you can buy it from dairy farms in tubs, so you can spread on your bagel.

Clarence is also a constant reminder that whatever your kid is, it’s perfectly ok; that their tendency to oscillate between savage creatures of the wild and British Victorian aristocrats is part of the magic.

I’m a huge Spider-Boy nerd. That comic is such an amazing display of why these two universes have the characters that have conquered the world. I’m lucky enough to have my copy of Spider-Boy Team Up signed by the great artist Lladrón, too!

This is the jerk that drops glasses from shelves when he doesn’t get the food he likes.

I don’t think he will, and it’s fine. I agree with you completely, but I’ve learned to let go. Think of this: some people don’t like the Beatles. Or Shakespeare. OR PIZZA. And they have well thought out and argumented reasons for it. To each their own. (Of course, when you learn to let things like these go, the world…

I always get into this discussion with Americans, but proper, true, American football has been played in Mexico for close to a hundred years now, and is the quintessential collegiate sport. Its college leagues and teams have been widely followed and ingrained into an integral part of college life since the 1950’s.

Ohhh, a Tex Mex thing. That makes sense. I, for one, I’m not against tasty super processed items. Yum.

Oh. That makes sense. It’s weird. Also, now I’m hungry.

And “ queso” means “cheese”, in spanish. I’m mexican, and I don’t understand what substance you are talking about when you say “queso”, because I get the feeling you are not talking about cheese, but a cheesy substance that is named for the spanish word for cheese, for some reason and my head hurts.

I’m in Mexico, so if I hear “queso”, I think of plain regular cheese, maybe cut up in squares? Because that’s what it translates to, but you are talking about something else, right? Like a cheese based dip? Please enlighten me.

Actually, that’s true.

As an old, it irritates me when other olds blame having to make an effort to get technology to work properly. We were told as kids that the future would be shiny and easy and automatic, like in Back to the Future II! And when it doesn’t, this happens.

I HAVE cut myself on a ticket stub, didn’t bleed to death (I’m pretty sure,) ALMOST choked on a popcorn kernel (extra butter) but coughing hard and a sip of soda saved me, and I did experience a mild eartqhuake once at the movies (I live in Mexico.) They filed us out, some people panicked a bit (as they are wont to…

No, because going to to the movies *is* dangerous. You could papercut yourself with the ticket and bleed to death, choke on your popcorn, or experience an earthquake while you’re there.*

The worst part is that when you are at an event/concert/rave/multilateral orgy, and you don’t take your cellphone the whole time, so you can actually BE there, the social media invasion will try to make you feel gulty for not adding it to your timeline.

C.A., given how you only got one response to this, I’m going to take the opportunity to ask something of you: is it at all possible to ask people to send in follow ups to their stories? I know it would be next to impossible in many cases, but I would like to know (translation: I’m obsessed and must know) whatever…

I live in Mexico. (This is like the third post in two weeks I begin with that sentence.) Splitting the bill or letting the girl pay is drilled so hard into our skulls, that I didn’t so much as try to go out on dates until my mid twenties, when I had some semblance of a job. Luckily I met my now wife, who didn’t mind…