I know; I was waiting for that, too!

That is a face made for punching.

All pointers led to this news.

She was the only thing that made that movie bearable. God, I hate Batfleck.

When I worked at the track, our office overlooked the paddock for a while, and one Sunday a thoroughbred who was being walked around reared up, threw his practice rider and kicked a woman outside the paddock railing in the head. That horse looked 20feet tall on his hind legs. Both were injured pretty badly —…

James Lileks, who writes for the Minneapolis Star-Tribune, also curates a website with all kinds of advertising for items from the 20s through the 60s. His roadside motel postcard archives are awesome, but the grocery ads and recipes from the 30s-50s, the Depression and WWII eras, were astounding. The things people…

I think I might be hidden for that reason (and also the fact that for nine years, anyone alive had my address, date of birth, phone numbers, email addresses, social media info and 24/7 access and there were some small corners of my life I was trying to keep private).

Actually, we *did* give Hillary the popular vote. It was the fucking Electoral College that gave us Trump.

You were taught that in school? I wasn't. But then again, I'm very old.

This isn't a reference to Roy Rogers' horse Trigger, who he had stuffed and mounted?

I thought it was ten-meat TORTOISE dip, served in the shell!

Someone needs to do a DNA test on the 33-cent frozen burritos at Walmart, then; one or two of them, with a 50-cent soda from the machine and the day-old store bakery cakes and donuts in the break room were the breakfast, lunch and dinner of most people who worked there (not me, though).

I had it at Fuddrucker's and it was very good!

You guys are really slow getting out of the gate.

Easy now. This isn't Twitter; you have more than 140 characters to make your case.

You never heard references in 50s/60s movies and TV shows about horses going to the Alpo factory?

I was up close to American Pharoah when I worked at the track. I can't imagine him ending up on a plate.

I can't imagine eating horse meat, just as I can't imagine eating cat or dog meat. I can't develop personal relationships with the breed of animal I'm going to consume (hence, I own no pigs, chickens or cows). It's just personal preference. If there's a desire for people to eat it in the US, it should be available.

Okay, smartie, tell this middle-aged suburban non-mom what the cool term is for "electronic music festivals!"

Your television palate improved with age. When you were a toddler, you thought Little Golden Books were cool, too.