I was all “a black pitcher who’s not Dominican?* That’s a unicorn regardless of her gender!”
I was all “a black pitcher who’s not Dominican?* That’s a unicorn regardless of her gender!”
I’m a Giants fan and I choked when they said “first place Giants.” Which was probably true when they filmed that ep. :(
That’s a sports trope regardless of the characters’ gender.
Even after I looked Balaban up on IMDB, I couldn’t figure out where I recognized him from. But he’s got real screen presence.
I only caught part of it, but one of the Giants’ radio announcers was talking a few weeks ago about a pitcher who threw so many screwballs his hand went wonky. With that being her secret weapon, I imagine it would happen to her pretty quickly.
I’ve been putting off reading this until I got to watch it. I’m a baseball nut, liked it, and wondered how it would watch to non-baseball fans.
Superhero movies/TV shows generally bore the crap out of me for reasons I’ve never put my finger on. Even the “good ones” I’ve been known to fall asleep while watching. The only exceptions have been the X-Men series and Jessica Jones, which I’ve noted are both Marvel.
My dad tried to help his hoarder sister but she wasn’t having it. Even if he could prove she was a danger to herself to get her committed, he wasn’t going to. Some people just won’t be helped. :(
My father barely survived polio in the late 40s and I grew up listening to my grandma wax over the trauma of almost losing her son, his stories about being in the hospital for months, my mother talking about how lucky we are to have a vaccine for it now (and my uncles bitching about how Grandma spoiled the shit out of…
Did they take it back?
I don’t rub raw chicken on my legs.
I’m way more bothered by mowing in flip flops than anything else here. Aren’t you scared of taking a toe off?
Medieval English people were pretty much all named Anne, Jane, Mary, Catherine, Richard, Henry, and Edward. It’s really hard to keep track when reading Sharon Kay Penman.
Exactly. That fucking asshole.
The grubby spots (tits, pits, and bits.) As prescribed by my dermatologist to help with my eczema - she said the soap runoff and warm water hitting the other places is good enough.
I posit that shaving is even more thorough than just washing. You put a cleansing agent all over the area, then scrape a lot of shit off along with the hair. Washing in addition to shaving is redundant.
Soaping them and taking a razor to them is a pretty thorough cleansing, in my opinion.
This. I have almost true automatonophobia (I don’t have full-on panic attacks*) and I would take this over a person while flying. I guess my misanthropy trumps my automatonophobia so long as it’s baby doll. Ventriloquist’s dummy? That’s another story. Fuck that shit.
If it were possible to die from cute, I would be in a coffin now.
I had it when I was a little. I remember absolutely nothing about it except I had it.