Okay, that visual will actually make me gag in real life sitting here at my desk in the office. Thanks, ACP. Now I’m the laughingstock of this office (who have already suffered three days of swish-related ranting).

Ugh, you guys got to OPT IN? It practically took an act of congress to get them to let me OUT. Like, they were giving my mom serious potential-child-abuser shade.

It was a demonic apocalyptic hellscape for the tastebuds, an olfactory assault against all that is good and decent in my life (and my mouth), and each iteration remains amongst the great Dark Moments of my young life.

Dentist’s paste was unpleasant but not actively offensive. (Puking while having teeth cleaned sounds HORRIFIC, btw.)

No idea. For me, it was very rural North Georgia in the late ‘80s.

I don’t disagree on the large-scale public health sense, but on the personal sense, I STILL remember the moment I convinced my mom to sign the release form getting me out of it. Still had to smell it, but didn’t have to taste it anymore, at least.

Completely unrelated, but my (very rural, nigh “hick”) elementary school had what I assume was a fluoridation program called “Swish,” where they would roll around these little cups of pink mouthwash once a month.

You guys . . . read this out loud to my office, and they asked if it was MY list.

That’s a complicated answer (like almost anything involving producers). When it comes to the Weinsteins - Sometimes? Nothing, or very little. Sometimes? Major, major impact on casting, direction, production, marketing, and the life or death of the picture. It’s a quick google to find lots of stories about him rousting…

Oh, this is from Maureen Abood!

I ended up at Free Republic* last night and it was pretty much choruses of the same thing.

You are my spirit animal.

All the things I never knew I desperately wanted to do . . .

I considered making the bet “waiting for the next Milledge to come along”, but even my cruelty has a limit.

I wonder if “East Campus Smell” will ever do that for me.

Y’know, I came in the year after that, and *still* cannot handle even the faintest whiff of that distinctly Eau De Soured Beer Sunday Morning smell.

I want a Leverage movie in the worst way.

I almost wonder if this was part of a plan to get the Northern Arc back in play. We’re from (way) up the 85 corridor. Cobb is geographically closer, but hard as hell to get to.

Only once. Never again.

I’m in the exact same place, only with Southwest in the NYC-ATL market. Now I have even less of a chance of Virgin America slugging it out for ATL gate space.