If you tell a small child to do something that will cause his death and he does it, you're responsible. Same for a mentally deficient person. Or someone suffering from a serious psychological disability, which was the case here.

But if she did bite somebody, do you really think she'd tell the press?

See, this is the kind of movie Steven Spielberg needs to be directing.

I had a Pollock friend once.

Reminds me of the girl in high school who thought we were pulling her leg when we mentioned that the sun was a star. She was queen of the local debutante ball.

My son used to think that we get chocolate milk from cows that are fed chocolate. Of course, he was four at the time.

OK then, rapscallion.

Speaking of, why were there no black people in The Prestige?

"the homosexuals are always shoving it down your throat"

And Jurassic Park. ALL the dinosaurs were female.

Go completely nude and they won't notice your stomach.

I was young, drunk and got caught making out with one of their girlfriends. Somehow she forgot to mention that small fact to me.

And she could sing and dance.

•how are you doing? What's your day/week looking like so far?
—See the above (below?) comments about my job search. Also writing, drinking beer and Seychelles rum, eating lots of fruit and protein.
•What's one of your new favorite tv shows of 2017?
—Only watching Better Call Saul just now. I have little time for TV.
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The War of Jenkins' Ear.

I had two job interviews earlier this week and got second (and final) interview requests for both. The one for the much more attractive (at least financially) job is tomorrow, with a panel of eight people. I'd better have a few drinks beforehand….

I hate when my older son (age 9) gets that. Yes, he does eat enough (and does martial arts and swims), he's just tall and skinny and has been since birth.

Though that's a bit meaningless if you don't also give your height. I mean, if you're 5' it's very different than if you're 6'6", in which case it's not very overweight at all.

I didn't realize till very recently that I've essentially gone though my whole life in a state of constant anxiety. This is not a joke.

I play very casually—no reading about it, no websites, no videos. My eight-year-old son actually beat me when when I gave queen's, then rook's odds, and is progressing rapidly. Smart boy. Very focused.