I found myself wondering if Clinton dosed herself with beta-blockers or xanax or something to remain so unflappable all day long. If yes, it was an excellent idea. If no, she’s superhuman.

It’s the labby grin that kills me every. time.

My friend related the story about how his fiancee told him she wouldn’t take his name unless he disinvited longtime buddies from the wedding. The guys were promptly disinvited, because how could he live if the wife didn’t take his name?!? Calling the bluff was just not. an. option.

He has a certain skill set, I hear.

Please. If Ryan spends half the time with his kids that Boehner spent at the bar, the kids will be shoving him out the door on Monday mornings.

Target. The M&Ms are all at Target.

Maybe there’ll be a resurgence in popularity of Gary Puckett and the Union Gap amongst the kidz! It could happen!

Fun fact! Necco wafers were given to Union soldiers in the Civil War! If your trick-or-treaters are dressed up as Civil War soldiers, they will undoubtedly appreciate this treat!

Julia Child famously had her on-set kitchen made to measure for her own height. You’d think that such a thing would be more commonly available (however pricey).

I agree. I feel like this is a storm that would eventually blow over. I know it feels like a sensible thing to do right now, but it’s another chip gone from the right’s hammer and chisel. This is how they win, bit by bit.

Have a laugh and seek out the 70s era miniseries, with Richard (Fr. Ralph) Chamberlain as Bourne and Jacklyn (Charlie’s Angels) Smith as Marie.

One thing that moved me way more than I expected it could was acquaintances saying “I’m sorry about your mom.” Especially if they didn’t know her! It’s a really little thing; it made a really big difference.

Missing from your list: Mouths like open maws engulfing your whole face. Dude, I am not Jonah; you are not my whale.

I disagree. Sorkin has for a long time now fallen back on an adversarial approach to dialogue. What I mean by this is that, in every Sorkinian conversation, there is a winner and a loser. Even with exposition. There is one speaker who overshoots the mark, only to get one-upped by the other. Gordon alpha-males Casey,…

Me too. My head is 90% cowlick, and bangs are the only way the hair in the front of my face doesn’t impale my eyeballs. Which is, if you can’t tell, an UNPLEASANT SENSATION. Plus, I rock the Superman forelock bump.

Points for shouting out Button Gwinnett. Well played!

Ech. Water in my area is hell on my skin. And my landlord won’t install a water softener.

Land’s End Control Top Matte Opaques. They never don’t fit. They never crotch-sag. The tops are long enough so you can hike ‘em up and skip the shapewear. Colors are great. Last for freaking ever. Priced reasonably.

Land’s End Control Top Matte Opaques. They never don’t fit. They never crotch-sag. The tops are long enough so you…

When my mom was in the ICU, families of the other critical patients took turns buying deli platters for the ICU waiting room; apparently it’s a tradition in some towns. Made me sniffly with gratitude, not lying.

I would sooner wear a zip-up-the-back jumpsuit than I’d ever wear stirrup pants. [shudder] They are the devil’s own saggy-crotch garment.