It’s the sound, like someone else clipping their fingernails or popping bubble wrap. Or popping bubble gum, for that matter.

As with many other bodily functions, knuckle (and other joint) cracking is only pleasurable to the person doing it. When I do it, it’s cool; someone else does it, it’s icky.

Ditto. I kept looking at the men standing around on deck in their uniforms and thought, Aren’t they cold? You couldn’t see their breath.

Yes, you also have to be aware that if you call the phone number for the hotel that is on the hotels.com listing, it may not actually be the actual phone number for the hotel itself.

I didn’t read the novel upon which it’s based, but I am quite familiar with the history so I have been looking forward to the series. Like another commenter, I had a hard time comprehending the varying accents, and it took a while to figure out everyone’s position, but so far I am very impressed. I am not into horror,…

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Sorry, like “wifebeater”, the name alone takes away my appetite.

Works for me!

That’s a better idea than letting the flight attendant pour the entire little bottle of vodka into your bloody Mary so you end up plastered.

Old person here. Back in the late Sixties drug users (addicted or not) were nicknamed “drug freaks”, as in you’re freakin’ on your drug, e.g. “acid freak”. “Freak” was also reclaimed, in the way “queer” has been, as a term for hippies. Young people who went from being in the counterculture to being born-again…

I will take a look.

I’ve never seen her Joan of Arc (so far); she was most famous for Jean-Luc Godard’s “Breathless”, and for “Bonjour Tristesse”, an American film about French people in which you could cut her Midwestern accent with a knife.

At a restaurant I don’t have to open the bottle, but at home I’m not as limber as I used to be and a screw-top is easier to get into.

I’d be interested in seeing “Passchendaele”, since the battle was a big victory for the Canadians and my grandfather lost a cousin to it.

That didn’t actually happen, but you have a point.

My husband died 6 months after his own diagnosis, long before he got to Hawking’s state. I saw The Theory of Everything, and it was tough.

I like to think that simply having to give up most of their power will do these guys some good. Now he’ll have to eat when he’s told, sleep when he’s told, no faxes, no e-mails, no FedEx.

Like “We have sex but we are not in a relationship.”

Which is what one of clack-jawed youths snarls at the protagonist. The movie didn’t blow me away, but what I found most interesting was that the main character is a Swede who is sent to Norway, and for that reason is met with fair amount of hostility from the locals.

Me too. It was gripping.