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My sad Burger King story is that I was visiting Victoria BC but for some reason didn’t feel like getting a full dinner even though there are plenty of decent restaurants, so I went to Burger King, which closed at 9 p.m. anyhow. I did this twice, then spoke to myself sharply and forbade myself to ever go to any

While in Italy I took a chance on the Neapolitan pizza, and that, too, came with sliced anchovies. Not bad, but very fishy.

Mine can barely hold a candle to the tragedies some of you have suffered, but my saddest (culinarily, not so much emotionally) came when my family travelled to visit my mother in a New Jersey assisted living/nursing home on Christmas Day. We figured that there would be a Chinese place open, but no, and the cafeteria

Speaking of feeling old... First I had to go to digital TV so I could keep watching The Expanse on SyFy, now I’ll be in the clutches of Amazon Prime. Stay tuned!

I know - it’s irritating. We’re not six-year-olds.

I’m afraid I’ve been romantically I mean sexually obsessing about several of the characters myself. When/where is season 4 going to appear? I was careful to read the books only up to where they were on the show and then finishing the relevant book after the season was over.

Wait... isn’t that a different part of the anatomy?

He is of course mistaken, though I don’t think superheroes visiting each other’s shows counts, nor does appearing on the Simpsons, which is almost by definition meta.

I may still have an LP of his that I bought in the mid-70s. Which means he was only about my age (ulp). I used to sing along to “Shine on Harvest Moon”, “Diddy Wah Diddy”, and “Nobody’s Sweetheart”. Buried treasures from pre-Depression days.

Perhaps the real death knell for the Hollywood musical came with “Paint Your Wagon”: $20 million 1968 dollars to show Clint Eastwood singing.

One of those would feed the entire block!

I’m not sure I’d want a hedgehog or anything the “the size of your thumb”. I already have mice running around the house, and not the domesticated kind.

One of my favorite childhood books was The Enormous Egg, by Butterworth, a charming and very realistic story of a New Hampshire boy whose chicken hatches a Triceratops.

Several years ago I was in a thrift shop and NPR was playing on the sound system: an interview with an American woman who had gone to Ukraine to interview a community of elderly women who had returned to their homes in the Chernobyl area. When asked if they weren’t concerned about the radiation, they shrugged, “We

Slightly older, but I didn’t care for it so much, either. I had only read one adaptation of a P.L. Travers book, so Julie Andrews, great as she was, was too young and pretty for the role. Hepburn was perfect in “Charade”, but too much a movie star for “My Fair Lady”. She studied singing, though, because even with the

Also good as little cat toys: fuzzy enough to appeal to a cat, can be twisted into a shape so the cat can run around with one in its mouth (RIP Susie).

I enjoyed 4th grade, but some of those other grades? I would have taken a tipple myself.

Sadly, me too. I wish lesbians could just be lesbians.

Freeze the broccoli. It’s not difficult and all you need is a pot, a strainer, and ziplock freezer bags (which you could buy in bulk?).

A little late to the party but I wanted to share this: Sunday I was doing my usual channel-checking, stopped on CometTV which shows old science fiction movies and TV shows and materialized in my cable package. Scene of a man in silhouette on a hill, a horse nearby. Nothing happening. Pan to a campsite - what year is