A Swedish friend of mine used to eat sandwiches with peanut butter and (inexpensive) caviar.

Not sure why this got double posted.

I have 10-year-old beer in cans foraged from neighborhood fraternity parties. I wouldn’t want to drink it - it’s the local rotgut beer anyway - but it works fine in cooking. I’ve used it in a couple of soups.

Keep a stash of sour-milk recipes. You can make biscuits or pancakes with it. The whey (watery part) that separates from yogurt can be included in cooking water for rice. Sour milk solids I haven’t had good luck with, but it is still possible to utilize them.

HBO, 9 pm EST Sundays.

I found it hilarious, in its very dark way. The deceased in the box was so obviously the young wife that I’m assuming it’s not. Maybe the mother-in-law but that would be the other too-obvious choice. The two girls are like a Greek chorus. Next Sunday can’t come too soon for me.

From your older sister: Do not watch “Fritz the Cat” when you are tripping.

Vulva, not vagina. Know your anatomy!

These days I can comment to my heart’s content, knowing that my remarks get greyed out and no one will ever see it. It’s like talking to the carpet.

My immediate reaction has been that to Nowicki this had to have felt like a creepy violation. It would have felt so to me. But in a sense, is it any different than Law & Order’s “ripped from the headlines” scenarios? Roupenian heard this rather bizarre story, took the bones of it, and addressed it in fiction. But…

In his films he was billed as “Robert Downey (a Prince)“. Putney Swope has moments that are still observant and hilarious. The film is in black and white, but the faux commercials made by the advertising agency are in living color.

I still can’t figure out what this show is about.

You have a point, but this also helps me know what to avoid.

a) Too distracting!

When burning candles for a long time, e.g. until they are extinguished, line a tray baking sheet with foil and set it in the bathtub. (For magick.)

“The Veldt”! I’d forgotten all about that one. I read it in English class once upon a time.

I’m gong to have to try this now (while I condition my hair, I guess), but an entire six-pack seems rather excessive, not to to mention maybe it’s not a good idea to get plastered in the shower?

Or, as the South American Indians said about my husband’s first wife’s lemon meringue pie, “Ugh! What is this stuff? It’s sweet - and sour! It’s gooey! It’s disgusting!”

I always get him mixed up with Jake Gyllenhal.

Hey - once in a while it’s nice to have  a movie based on children’s culture that doesn’t involve explosions and mayhem.