Whether or not they choose to perform the procedure is different from having the requisite skills to do so if necessary. It’s a fine hair to split, but I have no problem with requiring the education, even if they choose to refrain from using that education in practice.

Hmm. My dog— also a Yorkie, but we think there’s some dachshund in the mix— would like that water dish. The small foot would make it easier for him to pull his favorite trick of putting his foot on the rim to tip it over and spill water everywhere. Perhaps he’s just annoyed that *his* dish didn’t cost me half a year’s…

They sure do. Some of them— here’s where it gets really fun— are, like the man in question, made up of clumps of hair. Hair that becomes packed with food particles. and other undigestible crap. The nightmarish smell can only be imagined, and I plan on imagining it every time I see the Unnamed One from here on in.

Were there pearls in any of those oysters? If so, did he get to keep them? I saw a ‘pick your pearl’ booth at a Ren Faire a few years back— you pointed at an oyster in a tank, they shucked it and gave you the pearl. Equal parts fascinating and disgusting.

I would venture to guess that he meant that Ali the person and Ali the fighter were two different people. From all that I’ve ever heard, outside the ring, he was a truly kind, decent guy, but Ali the *fighter* was the sort of opponent that makes you wish you’d gone into competitive chess. Not that I know— or, really,…

“Ken Starr is full of shit.” And in other news, the sky is blue, water continues to be wet, and Baylor should do a *clean fucking sweep* of its administrative level, if necessary burning the place to the ground and sowing the ashes with salt, because if they didn’t know, they’re incompetent, and if they did know and…

I saw a piece once that consisted of a pile of cardboard cartons painted white. They had been thrown into a random pile, (and roped off so nobody could mistake them for trash,) and the schtick was that, every time the piece was moved to a new gallery, it was picked up, box by box, and thrown into a *new* random pile.

I just want to know more about the ‘delicious lozenges.’ I mean, the sort of stuff you could buy over-the-counter in 1844 would have you so utterly stoned that you wouldn’t *care* what else was in your dessert.

There. That’s more like it.

I admit, I’m intrigued. I’d have preferred that this be a continuation of the previous films rather than a reboot, (and I don’t know, for sure, yet that it’s not. Wouldn’t it be cool if someone referenced, say, a textbook by Dr. Spengler or something of the sort?) but that’s just an opinion on effective storytelling,…