But, um, couldn't internet darling Gosling just, you know, work out when he has a part coming up? Isn't that easier than CGI-abs?

Thanks for the reply, Arnold! And how do I modify my behavior to help? Do I need to go eat some? (There are plenty of outlets down here in Mexico city...)

To think that if they reminisce about my legacy based on my browser history, they'll find out I liked cats and read Jezabel.

World's Finest. Yes, that's the movie I want to see.

When Facebook manages to identify the on screen actor whose name I can't remember (which happens more and more every time,) then we'll talk. I might even be ok with it jumping to said actors FB page...

You give them cake, of course. Confetti cake.

If eating insects is the future, how best to educate children and future generations to accept it? I suppose one way would be to shift our own views, but it's hard. And I *have* eaten insects here in Mexico as a kid, and didn't find it gross, but rather chewy and somewhat tasty, and I still look upon it and shudder.

I'm afraid that my jeans are so grimy they might become sentient.

Until you were faced with an angry customer, I bet.

Now that I think of it, I've seen it happen too in Cancún bars, where they get quite a lot of American patrons.

Esa lima es con la que hacen la sopa de lima en Yucatán, verdad?

I suppose that one of the things we didn't mention is that you can go to your local supermarket and be confused between a wide array of variations between the two.

In Mexico, they had Happy be the star of the Happy Meal for a few weeks and had its own toys. I'm happy to report it has yet to consume my daughter's soul. That honor went to the nuggets and french fries.

But what if said people make you buy a specific type of milkshake?? Or one of those stupid powerbars??

Do you get to burn your own fat via telepathy, or do others access your brain and do it for you? Cuz that'd be serious NSA shenanigans right there.

It's little things like this that keep our two great nations from ever being on the same page, when we can't even agree on what to add to our drinks.

The tiny green one that goes in your G&T is what you'd call a "lime", which would translate into "lima", except that we call it "limón". It's this one:

In Mexico city, plenty of middle-of-the-road restaurants that previously threw the limes at you like they were napkins, now only give one per customer. Dining out is ruined, I tells ya.

A stray cat has been bringing half dead cockroaches to my doorstep as tribute for my two cats. Now it seems less bad!

He will always be the face of a few international outsters for Mexico, which always made him a heel in my book, but I always admired that fire. Hope he wins.