I am the world’s biggest Raymond Chandler fan and have read all his novels dozens of times with utmost delight yet I swear every time I revisit one of them I discover I had completely forgotten the actual turns and twists of the plot.

I keep scanning these entries year after year, and am a bit disappoint that nobody has anything even vaguely vampire-ish to report. =(

She might not be the first, but is certainly the worst.

This is such a millennial complaint: “Technology is becoming obsolete too fast and it’s veddy taxing to my emotional equilibrium!” Whatever. You guys killed newspapers for us ancients. Chickens coming home to roost, yo.

What would interest me more is an analysis of the two camps: Are the slick leg people (among which I include myself) smarter, more erudite, likely to get rich and find both work and love everlasting? Please say yes.

There has been photographic evidence that strongly suggests he’s naturally gifted in the extreme.

A pompous, stinky (nuclear blast-powerful BO), lecherous, vegan pacifist. Eminem is on the side of truth and God on that one.

Very informative, thank you. My only other cornerstone NZ reference is Flight of the Conchords. Jemaine Clement and Bret (“Breet”) McKenzie, gret culturel embessedors.

In the US kiwi is the fuzzy, tart tropical fruit and when I first heard that New Zealanders call themselves Kiwis I thought it was a reference to their country being lush and green like the flesh of the kiwi fruit. =)

Big hug! My friend binge-watched LOST from beginning to end during a two-week mourning period for her dog. The plot pulled her in and soothed her.

I was curious about her music and gave it a whirl; not to my taste to be honest. Her lyrics are clever(ish) but the music is kinda sterile and belabored. I think she’s bong beautiful, can express herself with aplomb and has a great sense of style. It is precisely because she appears at first glance so attractive that…

It’s African-American urban vernacular, it’s not disrespectful.

Oy, you beat me to it by hours. [fist bump] First thing that pops into my head whenever I see these creepy wall-to-wall emoji writings is the Zodiac killer letters..

“Dear editor, this is the Zodi.. uhhh, I mean, Ted Cruz, speaking..”

“Canned ham” is a perfect simile. These work well only for folks with zero muscle or subcutaneous fat in the upper torso. Rest of us: It’s trussed turkey time!

Cashmere is a great fabric against the skin—but not in a workout situation. Wool (for that is what cashmere is) + warm salty water is really dumb.

Platitudes are strong with this one.

I live in sports bras and have discovered that the intricate/fussy strap designs are really impractical. They restrict movement, pinch your skin, create “fat rolls” in the weirdest and most unnatural places, and they are a bother to take on & off.

That was bogus. Hello, we had presidents who went by Teddy and Jimmy.

I on the other hand, do not trust anyone who dislikes Dylan.