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.

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.

The moral of the story is: Cash! Cash! Cash!

People have got to be able to distinguish between a crime and a really bad idea. 15 is a bad idea; 11 is just ridiculous.

He’s dead now, anyway.

It has always seemed pathetic to me that servers are taxed on the tips that the customer gives voluntarily, and at the same time may not even be paid minimum wage because it is assumed they will be getting those voluntary tips. It is rare that the service has been so poor that I have left nothing.