Genuinely asking (no snark) here: Is the type of animal for which gelatin is sourced from determined on all gelatin? This sounds a market which someone shoulda figured out already exists.

Hey, that has a brand name, and that name is Palmer!

I have used a few Ghirardelli mixes and don’t think I’ll try this one. Throwing in some more chocolate to the mix is always a good idea.

Number of cars is a nice record.

Not to go off-topic, but I’d love to see a geeked-out map of where subsistence farmers live in this country now.

I want (someone else—what? I’m not touching that site!) to deep-dive and find the pics of good-looking people there whose MAGA-wear is obviously Photoshopped in.

Am I a bad person for thinking “I wish the Swiss (Swedes, random ex-non-GOP SecState, etc) would try to remove the nuclear football from Trump; we might be safer that way”?

(I don’t even know if I’m kidding anymore.)

Tangential to topic: Is there a name for when people start re-sharing death notices of already-passed celebs who were 1) famous before the internet and 2) died at a fairly or very old age, because a number of folks forgot that that person died?

“Bench seats replaced with backed seats” and “wider assigned spots” are music to the ears.

I’ve never been, but when I read “larger seats” all I could wonder is, How many individual seats are there, and did Daytona replace some with wider ones?

I thought he’s had a stamp honoring him already.

I know. At some point the normal people said to themselves, “Huh. Nixon resigned. Innocent people don’t do that”.

I remember Reagan going to Bitburg.

The cartoon from Delonas: I didn’t know the guy’s name, but once you wrote

Oh, how I wish it might be only that. Literacy aside, his brain is as absorbent as a block of stainless steel.

One literary class I took described Victorians as seemingly the masters of Don’t Let Anyone Know.

Exiled to where? Oh great, now Siberia’s soccer team is gonna suck too.

I live in New England, but am not in receiving distance for Boston sports yakkers on radio.

I’m lifting this joke for the benefit of Spousal Ms. Valdvin , and she will love it.